So much anger

And pent up pain

You'd think can

Make you strong again



To turn the one you hate

Into a less-than-mental state

Of a fragile mind

Broken twice too many times



"****" that and "Shove" this

Are the choice beginnings blis-

tering into the scorch of

The scorned Sir or Miss



Even though a simple

"Go to hell" would suffice.




Them, I speak of now

For they always somehow

Manage to get by

And heal, in due time.