My Frustration builds with every step,
Every breath I take,
My jaw is clenched so hard ,
I fear my teeth will break.

My hands drawn into fists,
Fingernails cutting my skin,
I take a deep breath,
Do not to allow it in.

I hate Frustration,
Everyday and every night,
I can’t slow down the feeling,
And I try with all of my might.

You might think that I am ready to punch,
That I am someone to fear,
But when I try I swing and miss,
And cry a single tear.

How many likes am I worth?
How many swipe rights can I get,
How many super honest, friendly people,
Have I ever met?

Lights, camera, caption,
trying to reach my goal,
40,000 subscribers!
Take my instagram poll!

Should I post this selfie?
I might delete it soon,
thought that I looked cute,
but it sure wont make him swoon.

I have refreshed my page,
50 times since the start,
the want for more likes,
is tearing me apart

If I get 1,000 followers,
I will feel complete,
Does what I say matter
without a single retweet?

You were quiet,
And I was loud,
You were amazing,
And I was proud.

You barely spoke once a day,
And I could talk forever,
But most days we didn't need to speak,
As long as we were together.

Because it was what you didn't say,
so worthwhile yet small,
Those are the whispers,
that made me love you at all.

I do or I do not
are the answers to the question
yes or no?
To a an inquisitive expression

He looks at me, eyes watering,
"well? you are making me nervous"
The next moment flashes before me eyes,
a wedding cake and church service.

I want to scream "yes"
but the words don't seem to flow
with a quivering chin,
I strangle out a "no"

I meant to say, "I am not ready"
"I really am flattered..."
Instead I just sit there,
Leaving his heart scarred and tattered.

I guess now we are over,
Love is a funny thing,
It never truly can happen,
without accepting the ring.

She was a guitar string,
Perfectly in place,
Going along with every beat,
Perfectly manicured face.

But then she started to twist and turn,
Something didn’t sound right,
She didn’t go with the beat,
That was her final night.

No one ever noticed,
The guitar string trap,
Because sometimes to get in perfect tune,
They leave you there to
              Snap.

There isn’t enough time,
I spend most days chasing the clock,
Before my muscles still,
And my achey bones begin to lock

I try and try and try,
To win  Life’s race,
But I felt time stop,
With every new wrinkle on my face.

Is there a word for days,
That seem to last for weeks?
A day that takes a life time,
And brings hot anger to your cheeks.

And what about a day,
With a tight feeling in your chest,
Where panic is your neighbor,
And fear is your house guest.

But what about an inbetween day,
Full of counting sheep,
Where you mind stays wide awake,
While your body begs for sleep.