I start sensitive conversations with passionate people so that they can I can have a reason to release my anger. They forget that I am well studied on only topics that I've interest in and they use emotion to try to suade me. I am horrible and stiill. I smile as they begin to get worked up. I think I need help.
This is not a poem. This is me admitting my that I look for fights when I am not happy. I am not happy.