Bitterness

So angry was she,
With heart held slamming doors,
And throat rubbed raw with screaming.
The fire that burns crimson behind the eyes
And blackens sight.
Till all you see is ugly.
My heart holds only pity.
Child of anger's fire.

No beauty or quiet knows she,
But hideousness in morning stillness.
And torturous screeching in a laugh.
She hears no soothing music,
But a noise to grate on the nerves.
Taste no sweetness, but bitterness.
Why child of anger's fire?
Why turn to anger in your fears,
And sooth your anger with sorrows gentle tears.