Some days

I hope i slice you open with my stare.
My Anger.
My Hate.
My Hunger.
My hunger throbs inside my chest,
Heaving cold, empty and dry.
Wanting what I cant have,
Wishing to burn every lie.

I hope you feel my hatred.
I promise,
Its there.
Look to see my hatred.
I promise,
you'll be scared.

I even scare myself,
Some days.
When all happiness is bleak.
This Hunger,
Here,
In my chest.
It's hard for me to believe.