Why must you insist on me to hate,
To want to kill,
To conform to sins,
To let the evil inside me raise its true potential and rise its ugly head?
I try not to react, I try not to let the bubbling anger course through my veins creating a powerful,
Intense rage of hate that destroys anyone who stands in my path.
But when such animosity gives me the will to hurt you, to hate you,
Why wouldn’t you stop and let this monster inside me calm itself back into the wondrous oblivion in my mind?
Do you not understand that your actions release the beast in me,
Do you not understand that this hateful anger brewing in me is true, that with these powerful feelings, I will not hesitate to react?
Insisting upon my rage is cautioned,
Insisting upon my lividness is not a wise action to do.
Because, this is real and raw, this is anger that could – and will – kill.
This is anger, an anger that has brewed inside me for so long, that will not go away by its own.
I will not let it go, I will hold on, I will use, I will exercise this rage that has the need to comply with death sentences.
I know it is wrong, but my feelings have no thought process.
They don’t know that it’s wrong to let them wrap their hands around someone’s neck, or grab a knife to start an altercation.
My anger doesn’t know when to stop.
So, since you insist to piss me off, it’s your own fault.
Your insisting will soon be your own demise.