The Worse Version of Me

I hate when you bring out this version of me, I fly like a bat I sting like a bee. Hissing at you with a red, forked-tongue, I can spit like a llama I can kick away dung. I hate when the worst of me releases such venom, The stench from our arguments Burn ... STOP! What's been said I can't take back or ignore it away, No the scars are revealed, and then on display. So apologize to me instead of Writing the next verse, It's too painful to live with you, It feels like a curse.