Anger

You said you didn't care for the face that I made      
And ask why I was upset,      
I gave u a glass smile and from blink chest said I'm okay,      
You said "I Hate it when you make that face"  and ask, why the hell am I upset.      
My instincts kicked in and simplely said go away,that  third time you ask what is wrong with you,      
So I humored you out of respect,      
But as I squeezed the last peice of my heart that held on      
to a dear friends untimely death,      
Your gaze compared my situation to that of a wounded pet,      
As I expected.      
It's not like you can combat with death or your hands of clay shape him back,      
The reason I pushed u  was to avoid a face I would regret seeing,  
Next time head the epmty words and please stay away because      
If you look at me as if I'm some kind of wounded cat that      
Leaped to far from a tree or took a risk my genetics wasn't      
Prepared to catch then I would rip the windows of your soul      
From the walls that hold them and reenact the damage that      
I took in so that you may get what you crave understanding.