Dear,

Parents. Siblings. Friends. Lovers:

Give you this.
Give you that.
You take ten
and I take that:
NOTHING!

My shoulder? Please!
And my home too?
Progress with ease
as I wish for you.

But a moment for ME,
oh but just one,
I’d like you to SEE
just what you have done;
Sorrow and pain,
my tongue will stutter,
but through my tears
my RAGE will flutter.
Though this may be the gist
of my anger in reign,
a WALL and my fist
returns...no gain.
When Austen, Kafka, Garcia-Marquez
instead hit the wall,
ALL ties are dead.

“YOU here for me,
but not I for you.”
Is all you can see...
All you can do...

Your ear I implore,
a little sympathy too;
FRUSTRATION galore,
to hell with you!