Anger

Anger is clouding my vision. He tries to get me to bite.
To snatch and retaliate.

He didn't talk to me all day while at work, like he usually does.
Instead, he spoke two or three words.
Okay, he's at work.. fair duece.

Then comes back and MSN's me "hey wench."
Gee, thanks.
"I spent all day on Omegle.com.. chatting up girls. Jealous?"

You fucking insensitive fuck.
I can't handle this.
Anger is clouding my vision.
I'm less caring of you.