Frustration

It takes minutes, hours, days or even weeks to plan something to be proud of

Something in which you can feel joy

It's amazing how much effort is put into something

And then, mere seconds are all that's needed to turn it all into ruins

Anger, sadness, every bad emotion envelops the human body, such a fragile, unstable thing

The touch of frustration is close by

And you can do nothing but wonder why

A fear which you can't explain, a fear you can only watch in despair

And you can do nothing but think it's not fair

You then look for a way to vent what you feel

Whatever you do, it's like being ill

You can take as many meds, as many cares as you wish

But in the end it lasts it's time, it's wanted time.

And you can do nothing but wonder if it's the works of a witch,

Only someone so evil could deal such a fatal blow.

A blow so misleading, a blow so low

For you to feel disoriented for such a long time.

Yes, a long, long time.

You feel like things are completely out of control

And indeed they are

Just like the offspring of a mad hare

You can't get a grip, you are overtaken by anger, by grief

And you can do nothing to make it brief.

Give up, it's hopeless.

Such a mess...

Por: Brunus Arkkaza