Frustration

People always asking me things

Never leaving me alone

Always there

In my space

In

My

Face.

Frustration coming to the surface

Boiling over.

People getting mad

That I yelled at them

To get out of

My Personal Space.

More frustration.

It's a vicious cycle.

I need my space

I need distance

I need time alone.

Why don't these people,

These aggravating people,

Realize that personal space

Is the best gift they can give me?

Frustration.

Taking a test

And there's the one question

That's always on the test

And you don't know the answer.

Frustration.

Watching your child

Playing a sport.

Seeing him/her watch the ball bounce past them

And not go after it.

It frustrates you.

Girls frustrated with their boyfriends

Boys frustrated with the female race

Parents frustrated with children.

Frustration is a part of life

That we'll never learn to accept.