You Lie, I Can Smell It

Anger is the smell of burnt rubber. Fear is the smell of rusty iron. Love is like the gardenia after the rain. Guilt is moldy orange peel. I can smell the real emotions a person is radiating when they speak. Lies, murderous intentions, and conspiracies are all invisible to me. Until I met a man. There was no smell on him. He sneered and said to me: "If you can't smell it, that's right."