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I keep having flares of anger

Misunderstood tones insult me to the bone

I hate you in that moment

And cruel words towards you are thrown  

'Just do this' 'it happened like that' 

I feel you see me as an idiot, a retward, a twat 

So I snap out at you, I lash-back, I bite

And when I see how small I've made you

Despite your impressive height

I fill with regret, and evaporate my spite

I start to cry, which makes it much worse, as you hide your pain

And I start to curse

I appologize, and you brush it off 'We're fine'.

But I'm going mad, my tongue isn't mine. 

It says such things that aren't on my mind

Making me seem like a creature cruel and unkind 

You say it's 'women's issues' and hand me the tissues

And I bite my traitorous tongue and nod.