Anger

I don't know why,
but you make me boil
I cannot stand your presence,
when everything has a pretence


I wish you well,
when you wish me harm
I cannot stand your idiocy
but I guess that's your charm


What is one to love,
is it the vague personality
is it the image one sees
or is it timidity

You speak in vain,
I choose to ignore


Your actions of kindness,
mask your intentions


Under that mask of yours,
I'm sure you're keeping scores