Power-Of-Heart: Thanks, I just prefer to write the doom and gloom stuff, you know? I like your improve section. And I tried to follow that advice. I sort of really like this next one.

Behind the Closed Curtains

I snapped a tree trunk in primal rage,
The day he lied
I hurled boulders into the once serene forests,
Then collapsed and cried.
"Why so clear to me," I gasped in pain,
"So quickly you deny?"

I put a gentle, loving hand on a lone leaf,
The day he lied.
I stood stock still for the blow to fall,
And turned, broken, to the other side.
I will stay strong, against his frozen heart,
And life will go on by.

I succumb to the pain this world displayed,
The day he lied.
I smile without meaning, but force;
As my heart's joy has long since died.
I now sit quietly in a birch tree,
And watch life fly on by.

Sniff, sniff. I swear I will get to happy stuff again soon. Eventually.