Tears Of Frustration Poem by A.E.K.G Navrilith

Enraged,
The tears come streaming down,
From angered blurry eyes.
I choke and asphyxiate,
On my own burning word.
I feel them coming on,
Those acid raindropp spheres,
Try to a futile end,
To prevent,
Their brimming and over spilling.
They creep upon you in disguise,
Then they take you but surprise.
Still many minuets later,
I find myself in shock.
The cause of all this turmoil –
I know the answer’s true –
Is every time I say something,
That displeases you…