Cruelty

Cruelty.
It's vibrance,
It's sharp, earthy scent,
Fills me,
With fear,
And a feeling of dread.
To taste,
It's poison,
On the tip of my tongue,
I scorn,
Myself for,
Lowering myself to that level.
Why, oh why,
Did I say that?
Why did I make you sad?
Why cannot,
I control my,
Words that I say?
I will say sorry,
Some time later today.
You can tell I'm still mad,
For I write when I'm mad,
I know I sound calm,
But I'm not.
Don't think I am,
I won't like it,
Then we'll be back,
To square one,
And I'll insult you,
Again,
And again,
And again,
And again...