Frustration by MwsR

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In ways of happiness and glee

Someone always tries to attack me

I feel a sense of pride

But then someone says something snide

I wonder if they actually care

What they say, and why they dare

I wish I could let things go

But my night dreams haunt with the events so

Replays, wishes, and nowhere for them to go

Just hopes, just twinges of security

Make me comfortable with familiarity

I relax, I start to ease up on worries

But this is when things start to blurry

Never should I rest

Never should I relax, even at life’s best

Because they will come

All the beat downs amid the Ho-hums

It is a vicious cycle

An change to fondness and constant trifles

I merely cannot remember the passions

Without being frustrated, having frustrations and irritations.

This is forever a daunting situation.