This one's actually not bad. You know, apart from the angst.
Storm clouds gather in my eyes
My pupils grow to a frightening size
I rage and shout, bawl and yell
My nostrils flare like the flames of hell
The neighbourhood cats all flee with a yowl,
They know that terrible, ghastly scowl.
So I wrote a poem to clear my thoughts
And yet that answer for which I sought
But never found,
Was lost to thoughts much less profound.