Shattered

I wrote this poem and then created an image for the poem.

--Shattered--

Anger boils inside me
I hate you
I hate you with every fiber of my being.
Whenever I see you,
I really just want to hit you.
I curl my hands in a fist,
my nails dig in my palms,
I hate you.
You tell me things
I don't want to know.
Things I don't want to hear.
I hate you.
I raise my fists,
but I push them back down
You aren't worth it.
I hate you.
When you look at me,
I want to scream.
You anger me so.
I let go,my fists fly.
Now with my hands bloodied,
bleeding, bleeding,
what a mess of red.
I look at the result.
Shattered glass
reflecting everywhere
I still hate you.