Anger

I am weary of anger. The anger boiling in my dad when he calls me a brat, though I am doing his dishes. The anger in my sister as she calls me a jerk (as she often does), though I put up my best effort to be nice to her. The anger I feel at my sister as I snap at her. It often seems that anger governs our lives, rather than people. I get home from school often times only to be told I have an F or a D on my progress report and that I am not trying my best, when in reality I am trying the best of my best, and not all teachers prefer their students. People often treat me like I have the intelligence of an infant when they first meet me, but as they get to know me they realize I am very intelligent. By that time, however, they have grown used to their original treatment of me and do not even attempt to change their ways. This is another thing that angers me. I have been doing very well lately at controlling this anger inside of me, but nobody notices the muscles in my arms and neck coiling as I struggle not to punch something, and they continue their angering assault on my feelings. I would  just like to know, what am I supposed to do if no one will listen without doing more than just let my get out my anger.