Frustration Poem by Anthony Levitt

Cant understand a single word or even a single reason,
why things that happen to me have a feeling of treason.

Betrayal at the hands of time...
Life seems to deal unfair amounts never knowing when not to cross the line.

I feel discouraged, tormented, beaten and blue.
Hopelessness follows and so dose act two.
Act two in which I go over and over the same page again, never making much more sense the the first time I sensed pain.
Learning is what I'm meant to get, wisdom and truth.
But I feel like I'm stuck without money at a toll booth.

Words appear as symbols and numbers as dots, nothing I try or do seems to help, not even a lot.

So my cycle will continue and my anger will rise...
I've seen no vision of victory here today that may come from these endless dark skies.

So envy becomes my drug wishing I could be as successful as you...
No more trying to be me anymore because I'm just not seeing this through...