bad day

My stomach is not still.
It sinks and turns and makes me feel
Like it is sick.
Because I have been hurt.
My heart is not whole
It hurts as it expands and goes
Into pieces and parts that it shouldn’t
Because I am mad.
My throat has is not calm
It wants to jump in haste
Make words that waste
The good things in you out of revenge with anger
Because I am silenced in mistreatment
And my head is mixed
My ideas are not fixed
On one idea but many that do no make sense
Because I didn’t know it would be so bad.
I am emotional,
I am wronged,
I am disturbed,
I am upset,
So I am how I hate to be.