Animosity

Rushing home, one foot in I look to the mirror. My hands drop, They squeeze and grab and pull...nothing. My eyes roll upward with dread, I fumble and scream, My mind dark with hostility. Disgusting, Useless, Vile, I almost walk away, almost. I decide to stand my ground on the street and hope for the fat to walk away instead. My hopes die as the light in my eyes fade I plummet to the ground Individual tears rush through the dark abyss of animosity.