Confrontations are like train derailments.
They are disasters in my book.
I do my best to avoid them
because I know
how things will turn out on my end;
not good at all.
I’ll shut down and
paranoia will set in.
All I’ll hear is the sound of my heart beating loudly
My voice will shake and go hoarse.
My voice of reasoning will be gone
because I’ll be unable to think.