My ego would not let me say sorry

I messed up today.
I shouted at you.
I shouldn't have.
It's as simple as that.

It is. Now.

It wasn't in the morning,
or the rest of the day.

I was angry.
When I said what I said.
Or how I said what I said.
My ego stood in the back,
massaging itself.
Telling me, no I was not at fault.
Telling me, do not say sorry.
Telling me, couples fight, it’s ok.
Telling me, this is passion!
Telling me, this that and the other thing.

My ego would not let me say sorry.
I lost my cool.
I screamed at you.
I should not have.
I’m sorry.