Okay, here is one:
My hope struck away, my sorrow grown. The harsh deceit won't break through my defenses nor will I give in. The pain I feel you will one day feel to, and your sorrow will be as great as mine.
Where is thy pride? Where is thy honor?
I'll live with my face burnt, always rememberring your betrayal.
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Not much of a poem, but that is what I thought when someone betrayed me and destroyed my happiness. <.<