Disturbing Water

How does it feel like to get an apology?

Does it feel good?

Does it feel relieved?

Don't I get hurt?

Where do I run for comfort?

When I express my anger, I become a monster.

I'd wrap my skin under white Lenin that's where I hide my bruise.

I never let the wound to heal that's how I'm a victim of abuse.

If I pour myself,

I'm afraid I'd drown.

I'm a werewolf,

When the sun goes down.

I write until my bones could sense the pain,

I cry until my tears get dissolved in the rain.

Is it human? What have I become?