(finding myself)

A closed hand tightly holding no object quickly appears in your vision That's my fist now heading towards your face My knuckles bluntly make contact with your cheek replicating the sound of a sudden body drop your face squints and shrivels as your eyes water up after I pull back my fist I see you backing off in fear of the short gangely kid now standing a little taller before you my lips then moving in harmony with the swift recoil of my fist spit out the word, "FAGGOT!" the word ended but was still ringing in my ears you'd think I was proud the joke's on you though little do you know that after I hit you I was hit too hit with my own self regret I would have rather been punched in the face so consider yourself the lucky one and now as my adrenaline starts to decline I realize what I have done I have violated another I have viewed how you see others I am just like you In this moment.