Frustration Poem by Lesa MRK

Sometimes I try so hard,
Until frustration burdens my soul.
I feel myself being taken under,
Swallowed into a darkened hole.

Laughter makes me angry,
Teardrops make me sad.
Emotions make me irritable;
All of them seem bad.

I try to escape the darkness,
This calling of the heart,
Before it pulls me down,
Ripping me apart.

It's a pitiful emotion,
Which loses in the end.
It dies and is abandoned,
Never to be felt again.

(12/12/89)