This is not a happy poem.

We all know there are two types of pain: 

physical and emotional. 

However, what about all the other kinds?

What about when your heart pounds so hard that you can't breathe?

What about when your cheek from that slap hurts so bad

That it physically burns your soul?

What about rejection, how does that feel?

I won't write about disaster,

I won't write about the anger,

I'll just write about the confusion.

This is not a happy poem.

You could try to fix it with some time

Or just wait for someone else to come.

But, in reality, this is a climb

And I don't want to rhyme.