longing to quite the fight

a motion i give in
my temper
starts a scene
my hand hits your face
i start to kick and scream
a crowd forms a circle
loosing air so quick
no more room to move around
im starting to feel sick
im bleeding at my forehead
dirt in my eyes
my arms and legs
get weary
all i hear are crys
people start moving
in on me
stop starring, go away
this violence i have started
the beginning of my day

xxo jessie