Word Count: 150
Emotion(s): Anger

I silently laugh as the knife slips from my hands
Everyone will want me dead by tomorrow
I watch your blood drip down the sidewalk
My anger fills the room amongst all the tension
You accuse me of being so bad
I'm just trying to impress everyone
"I'm not trying to be rude" you protest
Anger fills my eyes again
Don't disrespect me you never know the story
I'm doing what is right, consider me the writer's Robbin Hood
I walk down the stairs with an axe in my hand
Smile plastered on my face
Your blood dripping down my white shirt
You words do hurt
I get enough crap as it is when you are not around
Your minor issues are hurting me too
Why don't you leave an except the fact that I know you'd do the same
Consider this an invitation
You manipulate person
Leave me alone