I am guilty of hurting people
of being angry, ugly and unrecognisable.
I see white/ flash /
in hot rage.
My eyes well, and my chest is heavy.
I clench my hands, clammy with pins and needles.
“I don’t know how to______you right.”
Let it go…
“Nah, I haven’t even seen it, just know it through songs sung on public transport.”