The Log Lady Diaries 5

I play my part on my stage.
I tell what I can to form the perfect answer.
But that answer cannot come before all are ready to hear.
So I tell what I can to form the perfect answer.

Sometimes my anger at the fire is evident.
Sometimes it is not anger, really.
It may appear as such, but could it be a clue?
The fire I speak of is not a kind fire.