8.06.2009

The Most Frustrating Thing...

Don't you hate it when you can't put something into words?
Isn't that... frustrating?

Don't you hate it when your heart is breaking and you do not know how to stop it?
You can just feel it, splitting down the middle, leaving splinters in your chest
as more and more tension
is applied.
Isn't that.... frustrating?

Or if someone wishes to hear your thoughts
but you simply cannot put them into context
because they are all scrambled around in your head
to the point
that words can no longer
describe what your thoughts really are?
That's frustrating... right?

I hate it when I cannot explain myself
I hate it when I cannot share my feelings
because it is all bottled up in my mind.

I guess I can explain myself
but not with words
oh most definitely not with words

sometimes words end up being the most powerful thing
my mind can conjure up
and sometimes words leave my head on go on vacation

but I can always rely on explaining myself with music
or my photography
or sometimes I even draw -which is very rare.

But you see, it's frustrating...
I am at a lost
people find me as weak when I cannot
explain my opinions
or
I am viewed as an arrogant B*&^##H
when I can explain myself

and then when I produce my works of art
they think I am amazing
and/or they think it is either beautiful or a piece of junk

but they don't get it....[they being people in general]

I am so unsure of myself
I am so lost
My heart is slowly breaking
I am in love
I am sad
I am happy
I am scared
I am brave

but,
most of all
I
Am
Frustrated

and I am wanting my relief

and hopefully that will come one day

And
I am not trying to feel sorry for myself
I am not wallowing
in self pity

I just wish someone could relate to how I am feeling
and perhaps someone else feels as I do

but life goes on
and with life
I will go with it...

1 comment:

Tyler Jensen said...

believe me I know that feeling of frustration, it has led me to do things I didn't want to do, but I felt there was no other way. Before it got to big and before I was too weak to control it to make conscious decision of what i do or did want.
Believe me I know