Hyde or Hair

Isn't it funny when hate
Makes my pupils dilate
“look at your eyes
Once blue as the skies
Black as abandoned fire pits”
You look at me
Like I've lost the battle
Up and down glances from the side
I feel myself begin to divide.
I'm not sorry
I can't be sorry
I'm livid
And seething
You're lucky
You're breathing.
Wringing my wrists
White knuckle fists
Punch the double doors
I have a plan
You don't understand
With your snide personality
You're lucky if you ever see again
Hyde or hair of me...
♠ ♠ ♠
J.S.