I'm not angry,
I just don't appreciate
sheep in wolves clothing.
I'm not bitter;
I just remember when I was
where you are.
I'm not petty;
I just want him to crawl to me
so I can push him away.
I'm not depressed;
I just decided I wanted to
cry in the bathroom.
I'm not ignoring you
I just prefer not to
talk to,
be near,
or see you,
(so, fuck you).
From all of this,
from all of that,
what in the world gave you the idea
that I was mad at you?