The high pitch Flat line
Tone of your voice
Tears stinging in my blinking eyes
Your tightly grasped fists
Your arms capable of flight
Fuel tank
Gassed with rage
You stomp away
Your feet shake the floor
With hatred Towards the horrible words
I blamed of you
How did you change your personality?
In two seconds
Maybe less
You were a monster
I trembled with fright
Knowing the you
The real you wouldn�t
Strike me
But convinced
This monster may
