DISGUST

I stood in front of them

Their razor sharp eyes shot towards me

In disgust

I stared down

At my two hands

So tiny, so fragile

Hands that,

For them,

Are never capable

Of anything worthwhile

I did run

Away from them

To find myself

But the world was harsh

And never kind

So I struggled until I found

Myself, my stronger and better self

And they stood in front of me

My cold eyes

Froze them to death

I was disgusted.