Disappointment is
Much worse than anger
And much more likely
To lead to languor

At least when you’re mad
You can let it out
Scream and shout
Let the other person know
What you’re upset about

But disappointment is
Much less defined
Much more the matter
Of a frustrated mind
Which can’t accept the absence
Of what it was hoping to find

There isn’t any use in placing blame
Really no excuse for taking aim
Though you try you can’t justify
Any reason to resort to calling a name

Sometimes we fall victim to our own misreading
Of signs that may have not even been misleading
A bandage can’t stop the damage
Of a wound that isn’t bleeding