Frustration is like burning fire,
igniting deeper, rising higher.
Hating everyone in sight,
wishing to be like someone bright.

The fire engulfs your heart and mind,
making you cruel, making you blind.
It makes you forget the love in life,
and fills your soul with endless strife.

It feeds on anger, it thrives on pain,
like storming clouds that bring the rain.
Eyes turn cold with hate and frost,
leaving you broken, feeling lost.

But if controlled, the fire can fade,
from raging storm to peaceful shade.
With patience sown and hope kept near,
frustration turns to strength, not fear.