Frust-pression.
You are ball of anxiety within in me,
In frustration I am depressed.
I am depressed because no matter how hard, I try.
It never seems good enough.
It puts me in handcuffs, and I can never feel tough.
Its always so rough with its touch.
Can't I have just one crutch to hold on to?
Frust-pression! You are depression,
You scream in my face as I hold my ears shouting as
The room around me is shattering before me.
I hold my bleeding ears shut as I scream with the noise.
I scream, but the noise only grows as I am forced to kneel
in the shadows.
It can't be much to ask for you to quiet.
For you to stop rioting in my ears.
You make them ring, you make them scream..
What is your scheme, Get out of my blood stream
Stop tearing down my self-esteem, you make this more extreme then it
needs to be.
I swear you are going to make me tear myself at the seams.
Why can't this all be a dream, and I awake in a daydream
In the sunbeam under the summer trees.
Let me have my passion, let me be who I know I can be.
Frust-pression, you are two in one, and I can't handle you.
You are what makes me this afraid.
Why do you do this to me?
And I feel I have no aid.
Sometimes you make it feel like a decade of pain.
As if my happiness delayed, And I am decaying.
As if I am holding grenade placed on my heart.
I feel betrayed by my own brain.
As if I strayed from my own faith.
As if you are a wraith destroying and consuming everything I am.
Well mistake me not.
You will never take me.
Like a solider on the battle ground I will fight you to my last breath.
You will only ever take me in sudden death.
For I will never retreat.
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Spoken Word #2 (2018-2020)
PoetryBook number two on the poems that I have written, and will continue to write. Its really the only thing I know how to do. Sometimes I feel is if its the only thing I know how to do. While I stay silent .. Physical words are so hard to speak, All I...
