Frustration Poem by courtney metcalf

Frustration



Ink spilling from a pen
I don't know how to start again
Over exaggerated emotions crowding my brain
How do I even begin to explain
All this frustration builds inside
Into a notebook, I try to dive
Dive away from the terror of what I know
That these feelings sometimes come, but rarely go
My troubles echo through the clutter of my mind
I am frustrated, how will I hide?
When little thing by little thing piles up so high,
It becomes impossible to remember what started this depression, now it's too lost to find
So people ask what is wrong and you get mad cause you literally don't know to tell them
Mad at that person and yourself because these feelings are overwhelming
They say write it out,
And for me, that usually does help.
But today I have writers block, so this pen is going back to the shelf.

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