FROWN

My heart aches for some reason,

I am not an ugly person

So that is not the only reason

Of all the things he could've said

"I'm sorry" is something I wish he never had

Something aches within my very being

A constant thump or rather a hateful sting

A mystery, incomprehensible this is to me

But even then, right now angers all I see

Hate, hate, but hate who I ask

Doesn't matter just hate, my minds given task

Perhaps one day I'll be better

Perhaps one day I'll see the truth of the matter.

But right now, let me be anger

Right now let me be pain

If not I feel I'll be a danger

To any and in vain.