The world outside,
And all around—
The people in it
Bury me into the ground.
Their stupid comments,
Endless ignorance,
To what people feel—
How it affects me.
I’m frustrated—
With the words,
The negativity,
The pessimistic insecurities,
My feeling alone.
I wish that I could
Just break out of this box,
That I have been
Tied and gagged in.
Frustrated with this world.
Frustrated with mankind.
Frustrated with myself.
The frustration leaves a hole,
Carving me into ragged rags.
The only things
Keeping me strong—
Are the few friends and family,
The scraps of faith,
And pockets of hope.
Frustration,
Can break a person,
So I will do my best to
Thrust it away from me by
Trying to think with rationality.
