“Sorry to the Stranger on the Bus” Fiction. Based on a True Angry Outburst at a Stranger.

“I took my anger and went into the laboratory… put on my goggles, took the microscope, analyzed it and worked in there and alchemized it and turned it into fearlessness.” – Andrea Saenz

“Sorry to the Stranger on the Bus”

Fiction. Based on a True Angry Outburst at a Stranger.

by Nikki Wicz

This journal entry is inspired by true events. Some of the characters, names, businesses, incidents, and certain locations and events have been fictionalized for dramatic purposes. Any similarity to the name, character or history of any person is entirely coincidental and unintentional.

I snapped at him
For talking to me.
Well, it was more
Than that.

He was talking to me
And I had my headphones in,
I thought that
Made it clear
That I didn’t want
To be spoken to.

I have always been angry
At little things.
It’s a side effect,
I tell myself,
Of the anxiety.

The same anxiety
That forces me to be nice,
Or else.

I’m nice to the point
Of peeling off my own skin
For someone who needs
A jacket.

I’m nice to the point
Of forgetting
Who I am
For the sake
Of being
Who someone needs
Me to be.

But now
I’m nice
Because I’m angry.

I’m nice because
I want people
To feel guilt,
Like poison
In an IV drip
Slowly creeping under
Their skin, and
Into their muscles.

I want them to crumble
At the thought that they
May have hurt a kind
Young woman, who
Only wanted to help.

I’m nice because
I want them to feel
Like me on the bus
With headphones in
Snapping at the kid
Who decided to talk to me.

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