SCORNED

Yellow shirt.

Amber liquid.

Yell, shout.

Anger loathed.

 

You make me recoil when I see you.

You make something crawl inside me.

I don’t want to see you.

Take note of you I won’t.

 

I do not want to see the real issue.

These unspoken issues that lie behind the loud shouts.

They hide behind your irritating, obnoxious mannerisms.

Of your drunken self.

 

I cannot.

I will not.

I should not.

Notice nor care.

 

Because if I do, my heart bleeds for you.

For your shout is a silent cry of help.

I see you.

I hear you.

But I also have my problems.

My shoulders aren’t big enough to carry you.

So, off you go!

 

I shut you out.

I push you out.

I want you far.

I dread you near.

 

Oh, you!

Yellow shirt.

Amber liquid.

Yelling shouting.

Angering loathed.