Psalms like this remind me that God loves us however we come. With a history of stoicism and quiet, calm worship, the melodrama playing out in the lines of this Psalm bring a smile. Such a reaction I may share on the inside, but would scowl if I found myself actually expressing it.
And then a laugh just a little at my own absurdity. God created us. He knows the thoughts and the inner turmoils we have. So whether the face reads stoic or chicken-little, He knows the burbling, roiling, boiling in the heart.
You just have to love a God that takes us in whatever way we come.