Claw At Me

Disgust is all I feel as your smell wafts into me

You have no remorse this disgusts me more

I try to cover my nose but fail pathetically

Nothing can hide this revolting smell

Finally I build up the courage to leave

You don’t care, happy to take up the room

Eager in fact, selfish

I feel anger build up but can’t stand the smell so I get up and leave

You are insulting

I feel the sadness build up in reminiscence of who you used to be but crush it before it can reach me

Such emotions claw at me and scratch my heart violently

The word “used to” itself evokes such a reaction when it comes to you

That I have to close it up and seal the wall

And once again anger claws at me.

When it comes to anger, I wholly accept it.

Anger, my companion of life, is the only one who validates my emotion.

Anger, is the only one that strengthens me.

Anger is my reminder to not forgive.

Anger is . . . everything.

It stays with me through morning and night.

Unabandoning of it’s position, always in reach