Frustration
It stops my systems
And burns me down
For what I am
And what I was
And what I will be.

My eyes hurt
My brow is frowning
And all I wish for it is to stop
But it won't
And I know it.

And after all I know it's wrong,
What I think and what I'll do
But I don't seem to care,
Even though I can only dare.

I need it to stop
It sticks me in place
It helps me to do nothing
And to sit back
But not relax.

And I don't feel like writing
But there's nothing else to do
And I do feel like reading
But I can't get myself to do it.

I can't get myself to do anything...