Angry? Yes, you make me angry. Your words drip like rancid honey into my tea. Spoiling it's fragrant pleasure with your sullied existance. You can not stay here. Your beautiful smile and lingering eyes are nothing but a false eye on a butterflys wing. Deception. I don't think you even remember who you are anymore. Such a pity that someone so pretty can be so demolished behind your polished facade.

Despite the distinctly mellifluous imagery of your post, dear, I promise - whatever pissed you off, I didn't do it! hehe