Fight me

The bitterness,
The cynicism,
All turn into a ball
Of hatred,
Deep in the bottom
Of my stomach.
I growl,
Bitch,
Snarl,
At the nearest available
Wrongdoer,
Right person,
Friend,
Because I can,
Because I'm stressed.

There are too many
People who understand,
Who,
When I want to pick a fight,
Just take it,
Because they know
I'm not myself.

Fight me, dammit,
Stop caring,
I don't want you to care,
I want you to shout back.
Want you to hate me,
So you can be
Another catalyst,
In the breakdown
Of myself,
Another reason,
I can't have friends.
Won't have friends,
Don't have friends.

Just hate me,
Please,
Like I already do.