No one is aware of the boxer emerging
From the dark corner of the room
Arising to make an unwelcomed entrance
Occupying the very core of my mind
"Was that a tone?" or
"I hate that you're breathing so hard".
Shock ensues over all of the faces
I body slammed and uppercut my opponent
Now they sense what is happening
They never reply to a single word I say.
I groan and moan over the choice of dinner
Insisting my sister is sitting too close to me
My mother becomes irritated by me
For annoying my sister
Now the whole room is arguing
Round one finishes but only brings on round two
Why the hell do you even come by?" my mom insists
Always something slips that causes me to wince
We see each others exasperating faces one too many times
My mom retreats to the bedroom
My sister puts in her headphones
I am still vexatious over this twilight.
I curse this fight club going on within.
Yet I thank the heavens there was no round three
What irks me the most?
The manic boxer that made an unannounced appearance this evening.
