I must be something awful,
For you to look at me that way,
Your face flushed as the sun,
Your teeth firmly nashed,
Imagining my head between them,
Your eyes wild with anger and disgust,
Despise me, you truly must.

I must be some kind of fiend,
An evil wretch, a bad seed,
For I see your body language,
Dark as night,
A tight knuckle white fist clenched,
Shoulders with potential violent energy tensed,
Your body is ready for a physical attack,
Perhaps it’s just a visual aid,
For your verbal bash.

Your words intrude me,
Like a bullet to the head,
Detest me?
HA!
You must wish me dead.