A sad attempt at poetry >_>

My anger, sadness, and hopelessness,
Coal in my brain, coal in my heart.
I try to get rid of it but no one will take it,
Their heads and hearts tainted, but still won't take part.
The coal piles up and soon press together,
I feel strongly enough, they'll turn by the cart.
So misery and hatred and feeling so lost,
An artist must suffer arrows and darts
So that one day they'll realize
They can make something lasting,
Fragments of pain, The Diamonds of Art.