Frustration - Poem by Richard Goolsby
So many thoughts, That are running me insane, Distraught, worry & anger, That causes so much pain.
I keep looking for the good, But there's just none to be found, As I think I might get a leg up, I get kicked the hell back down.
It seems I've lost the fight, Ready to crawl in that hole, For the last couple years, Have really taken their tole.
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