Ugly Cry

I ugly cry.

My face distorts and contorts,

I get red, I get puffy,

It isn't pretty or demure.

I get loud, I get angry, and I sobb and scream into my pillow.

It is my enemy and my friend,

The one who cradles my troubled head.

The tears fall down,

Like rivulets.

Opening a path for pain to flow,

It hurts so bad,

I clutch my chest.

I want to punch something,

Throw something,

Break something,

As my heart breaks, too.