I'M Not Angry, I'M Hurt Poem by Viren Shah

A small town, a teenage girl,
Crazy for her passions,
Wondering & pondering of beautiful mansions.
The same town, a teenage boy,
Bit nerdy, shy, always quiet, had a heart full of emotions.

One day just walking by, she saw him,
Had some work, about the studies, she called him by a tiny scream.
Hastily he walked to her, happy smile, with confidence dim.
Scared he said, mind sharing with me your number? Questions lengthy, won't complete quick it seems.

He went off home with a beautiful smile, staring at phone for a long while,
Buzz! ! The phone vibrates, how crazily he prays! Let's the message be hers he says!
Glad was he, would have phone along just for her,
Between all their laughs, stupid little fights, & all lame jokes, the friendship grew stronger.

Once when he was in class with his friends, he saw her coming trough entrance,
Sweet pink & white dress, looking none less than a princess.
Lost his senses, said what he should haven't,
'How hot is she looking! ' Heard by the ears, who weren't relevant.

One night as usual, the conversation was in good form,
Those jealous ears suddenly interrupt & brought a huge storm.
Caused an unbelievable havoc, wrecking everything good within them both!
His world was kinda Paradise but now it turned a warehouse of frowns.

Hurt she was with trust broken.
He said give me a chance!
But no! Its too late! Get out of my life she says, didn't even give a glance!
But hey what's so wrong! ! Just say why are you so angry? He says!
*I'm not angry, I'm hurt* rude her word waves.

She made him feel so full & now was so empty in matter of seconds!
Life played a game, everything for him appeared to end!
Somehow he gathered guts, wrote to her what he felt,
Apologies! Apologies! Apologies! His words exclaimed.!
She thought let's give him a chance, understanding his regrets!
But no something changed her mind!
She said no more talks! Stop and leave all of these behind!

With a broken heart, water filled eyes..
Respecting her decision, he waved his hand for goodbyes.
'Will we ever be as we were? ' farewell words he spoken,
'Good wishes! Always :) ' last words & all was broken.

One friend betrayed, one friend left, lonely broken tears he swept.
Taught self a lesson 'Trust is a glass really delicate, broken once, though fixed, can't be exactly reset! ..
Be cautious when you talk, what you talk, where you talk, to whom you talk!
He held himself on a hope, that one day in his life again, she & he together will walk'