In a whirlpool of emotions
None of which that can describe
My current frame of mind
Letting me get lost in this trepidation
Vicious words slowly tumbled off
Making me anxious enough
Truth be told none of it would matter

If one shall retreat and forget
But patience isn't the quality I possess
As sun starts to set ; follows up
Sheets marked with tear stain
And eyes hollowed up with bags
Underneath that shallow facade
Regret and rage is what remains