Who I see in the mirror

You sit there with your retarded fucking face and all I want to do is to hit you, to wipe the life from your body and the smile from your face. And you scream and shout like no-ones listening when we have all grown tired of your complaining. The height of indecency, the epitome of rudeness crosses my mind as you start to tell the same story you have told for a thousand years, the same story nobody wants to hear. And we make excuses for your behavior, tell ourselves that's just the way you are but being a cunt is a choice and you know it. And the anger will rise in my chest and seep into my bones if I let it and I will come to resent my friend and all the time we have spent together will become meaningless, will become a waste. Or I can choose to accept it and move on, unravel myself from my own disgust and work on a way forward because its never about the other person, rather who I see in the mirror.