Angry Therapy
I
Am a nice guy.
My smile might turn dagger sharp in a minute. I want to hug you and might think how easy it is to hurt you and swear you’re thinking about hurting me.
I
Don’t know what you take me for. And I hate I never will. You can tell me whatever you want. I won’t believe you until I want to be satisfied.
I
Don’t know why you’re looking at me like I assaulted you, because now you’re making me think about assaulting you.
I
Am enlightened.
Also tired of feeling my mind explode into fireworks. Thoughts ignite words that flame relationships. Sailing, and fizzling from view until lost.
I
Am not always like this.
I promise. But I will be again. Just like you will embrace it. You want someone to fix. Suck and fuck away your patience and strength. You want an excuse to regret.
I
Am willing to give it without regrets. Until…
I
Am alone.
Always… Running away from a calling. Breaking curfew to hang with the few who accept what I AM.