Anger

what a foul emotion.
the hostile hormone flowing throughout the body
brings any man's morals to a weak state
with a weak impact.

this anger, it nearly engulfs me.
controls me.
it's drowning my conscious choice.

but sometimes
anger is so much better
than melancholy.

i don't know if i can't handle this.
i don't know who it is i'm speaking to.
i don't know who's listening,
and how the ear picks up my words.

such a foul emotion,
controlling every sane thought and morphing it into it's own to fuel itself.
changing reality in the eyes of the angry.

but the underlying cause must be important,
otherwise it wouldn't bother pushing through with such haste.

so should I be angry with you, saawariya,
or should I rationalize your obscene, twisted behavior?
should I hate you for your actions,
or should I learn to silence myself in times of disagreement?

i feel such disdain for your persona.
but it occurs to me now
that perhaps it was a chemical reaction
from my happiness.

perhaps my happiness
makes you act this way.

how can we possibly make peace
and coexist
if this is to continue?

change your ways
or we will wipe this place clean.