The speaker of "Hand" feels invisible and furious. The poem opens with two blunt questions, asking whether anyone would care if they hurt themselves, first by breaking a hand and then by hanging themselves. The jump from one to the other is sudden, and it shows how heavy the feeling underneath is. The speaker answers their own questions right away: no, they don't think anyone would care.
The rest of the poem is raw and unpolished. The speaker says people don't care what they do, say, or how they act, and the back-and-forth of "I say fuck you / They say right back" suggests a pattern of constant conflict. The last line is the most telling: they want to punch something but don't. That restraint hints at pent-up anger with nowhere to go.
The mood is tense, lonely, and upsetting. The short lines and plain, harsh language make it feel like a thought blurted out in the middle of a bad moment.