WHY ARE YOU NEVER ANGRY?

I don’t care about what makes you warm, or soft –
tell me what hurts you,
tell me what makes you want to kill.

do not talk to me about happiness,
ask me what I hate about you;
ask me what makes my blood boil.

show me your hatred, the ones which drip down your hands when you are on your knees.
show me the fire you hide beneath the shadowed complexion of lies and false sincerity.

be hated for once, let the air fill up your lungs every time you take a breath to scream.

ask me if I love you, and be angry
tell me you love me and be angry.