Wallop

The wall

I hit first

then the glass 

in my short window

that was too small.

repeatedly-

sounding off again.

Wallop.
Wallop.

another glass broken

another stifled cry.

There was too many reasons

to do this to everyone else

but never me.

but I still did it.

I twisted my hand

and saw the reflection 

of what I had become

and walloped myself.