Unhappy people have anger within.
Some of them hide it behind a soft grin.
It eats at their soul and crushes their will.
Destroys their desire and makes their heart still.

Other unhappy ones let it all out.
Wounded and vengeful they scream and they shout.
They hurt and they harm to forget their own pain.
And somehow the think that there's others to blame.

If they want to be free from their sorrowful state,
They must learn to forgive and wipe clean the slate.
Because anger, you see, never has it's fill.
It feeds on your fury then goes for the kill.

If you are unhappy and often despise,
Let it all out before your heart dies.
Turn your anger to tears so your heart can mend.
Let them fall on the shoulder of a kindhearted friend.

Penned by my hand on the 2nd of Naturalis, in the year 556 AD.