I stomped around the room with my hands balled into white knuckled fists and my arms held stiff at my sides. A choke sprang to my throat and I willed it back down. How tightly I held my face, my lips pursed I felt my teeth against the soft tissue of my inner cheeks; I bit down firmly and willed myself to feel the physical pain over the emotional. I held my eyelids shut against their will , my nostrils turned outwards and upwards, to help with the heavy breath that was fighting its way into a panic. I paced quickly and muttered a pep talk to my battle weary ego, "Be angry, keep the indignation for the confrontation to come" but my eyes, like frightened hostages refuse to hold back the tears of fury, and now my adversary knows that my will is weak and that once again my bluff of anger will be easily swayed back towards compliance.