Why

Poem about loss

You judge the way I act each day
You think I want to be this way
No one stops to wonder why
No one looks to see me cry
Filled with pain, I sit alone
My own actions, even I don't condone
With pain and anger, I lash out
When by myself I sit and pout
I am not the person I portray
Anger seems to force my way
It fills my heart where love once stayed
It takes the place where love had played
Love is gone, I am all alone
Now all I have is this stone
I sit beside and grieve all day
And to the Lord, I try to pray
I pray to take the pain away
So when you see my rage of fury
Understand the pain I must bury
Look deeper than the way I am
Maybe then you'll understand