Anger

Many hate it, The flared nostrils, the arched brows.

I can't help it. You act like it is a sin to feel this way.

I could stop if you didn't feel my helping hand as a sign of superiority.

Helping should make you grateful, not hateful.

Little things bug you yet when I am bugged I am the one to get mugged.

I hate it and I do not want to hate you.

Anger is a way of feeling, can't you?