My blood is boiling,
And coincidentally
The water for my tea
Is also boiling.
But I can't enjoy this tea.

I can't enjoy anything.
I used to be needed.
And I used to be taken care of.
And I used to be spoiled rotten
With your companionship.

And now I sit and look at the scars
We all used to share and compare,
On the inside and on our skin.
I want to say that I'm too old to make any new ones.