Livid.

I am pissed!
Simple, easy, self-explanatory.
You don't need to ask questions.
I have already proclaimed the answer.
Your blank stare only infuriates me more.
What in the hell is wrong with you?
You stutter your words, they slip from your lips in a
scattered mess that makes me wish you would just shut up.
Yes, I may be over-reacting! No, I am not PMS'ing!
What would you know about this?

Being pissed? You said, rather taken-aback.
What would I know, about being pissed?!
Your face reddens with every thought that crosses
your mind.
You are a whiny, dramatic, needy, little bitch! That needs to settle the FUCK down!

I caved in on myself as you spoke, you actually have a back-bone. Huh? Who would have known?

Your face was red with your discontent. Your eyes ablaze with a too-long-suppressed rage.

Your lips curl down in an unattractive, yet powerful, scowl.

Your fists tingle with the want to destroy.

Well then, thats better!

I walk away from my reflection, satisfied and proud.

"I just can't believe I have lived with her for so LONG!"