Probing my shadow self part 2

Although the snarling and rabid hound that's my anger is a giant part of who I am.  It's only half of the full glen story.  

Behind all of the rage and utter pain,  is a deep feeling of sadness. This sadness has nearly engulfed me numerous times.  Drug me to the deepest depths of my worst fears. 

Turned me into a basket case. Filled my thoughts with loss. Drenched my face with my tears. 

This side of me has always been right in the forefront of my thoughts. Scoffing and jeering. As my thoughts work in overdrive.

The saddest  thing is,  there is no definitive answer for this situation.  Just giant question marks.  Who,  what,  when,  where and why.  I wish I knew