BernardYoung

By BernardYoung

Seeing Red

I know you will drop things.

And shout.

I know if I offer to help
you will yell at me.

Or cry.

And it's happened at regular enough

intervals

for me to know
that if I say I understand
why you periodically act this way

you will want to kill me.

You will swear

sob

blow your top.

Then it will stop
and we will ask ourselves

wherever

did all of that

come from?

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