You are Someone That is Pissing me off Because I Choose to be Pissed off.

I'm not actually mad

When you see me and you bite your tongue, 
Does the poison that is your resentment fill your mouth with sweet nectar?
I didn’t think so. 
I can taste it too
These fucking anchovies and their umami flavor of offense. 
This is fucking stupid
This is so fucking stupid
The way I intellectualize my thoughts to take away from the brutal brashness of honesty. 
For your benefit or mine? 

You don’t know me. 
And I am killing myself with pesticides trying to get away from all of you. 
Be honest with yourself 
Be honest with me 
If this is truly who you are 
Why are you shouting it at me?

It is loud and I am overstimulated.
You annoy me 
I do not know you 
At all. 
I am looking at you and you are looking at me 
And the fragile thread of webs that keeps us in each other’s peripheral vision
Is actually just an ant hill of little stupid fucking babies crying for their mothers. 

You think the world is watching you?
I take flattery in the fact that you think the world of me. 
Hahahhahaha. 
I take three American Spirits and burn them into your belly button. 
You are so right,
These are so much better for you than Marlboro Reds. 

I’m sorry. 
I didn’t mean all of that. 
I really absolutely did mean all of that. 
But I’m so grateful for you. 
Because if it was not for your existence,
I might actually have to confront all the faults in mine.