I fear her.
She throws eggs at her family.
and forces them to tiptoe atop the severed sharp shells.
Like nails they tear open tender skin.
But this does not compare to the bullets she yells.
The arrows she speaks.
Then comes loud insensitive stress-filled words
swirling like a tornado inside herself.
I fear her.
Her breath quickens.
Her lungs tighten.  
Anger is thick in the air.
I fear her.
She hears her heartbeat pulsating,
emotion rising, escalating,
over and over words spilling, spewing out they pierce
her family.
Who loves her nonetheless.
As they walk on the eggshells,
Prancing around the yoke.
This is not a joyful dance.
This choreography was learned carefully, timidly.
She forced them to learn.
I fear her.

She throws another egg, but how was she provoked?

(Commercial voice)
How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?
The world may never know.

Can someone always trust what they feel?
Feelings are just chemicals, chemicals are just atoms, and atoms make up everything.

Only I know.

This is not a confession. This is an apology.