Version One

Burning, passionate, fueled by disaster
Disgust
How could you do this?
You, of all people
Curl and rot in your corner
Backstabbing, traitorous
What I wouldn't give to…
All-consuming rage
Fury, fists flailing and dreams shattered
You deserve it

Version Two

I see you there
Your smirk plain
Don't look at me
Don't even think about me
You ruined me
You ruined us
Just leave
Curl up in that corner 
Reserved for people like you
And rot
In eternity
You deserve it

I wrote two versions of this poem.  The first is a raw burst of words flowing freely from the pen.  The second one is a little more refined, but both still demonstrate the requisite anger that I write so well.