Hello Again, And A Poem For You.

I have begun this post now four times. I just keep Backspacing and deleting the written text. I'm wondering if anyone is really interested in my whining blog. I feel like the answer is no, since I obviously don't have a ton of readers, or a ton of comments.

I began to whine about my day, but decided instead to try something different. This blog needs some direction. My life is obviously not as interesting and as note-worthy as I thought it was or could be at first. My life is in fact boring. Mostly because when I get a chance to write here, the interesting things have happened and are replaced by boring and mundane. I think this is because I don't come here often enough and when I do, I have so much to say that I end up not knowing where to go with my stories. This year I promised to write more. But I will also promise to write more interesting things. We'll see how that goes. Of course I will probably occasionally complain, because complaining is therapeutic, and having an outlet is a good constructive use of time.

So for this post I will skip the whiny I'm tired and grumpy story I was going to tell, and instead I will post this poem I have written. It is much more interesting than the whining anyway, and comments are GREATLY appreciated.

FRUSTRATION

Frustration calls me a liar.

Says I am a hypocrite and

A cheat.

Frustration keeps me from breaking out.

From seeing things and doing things

I want to.

Frustration makes me hate myself.

And I believe it cause it must be

True.

Frustration confuses me.

It threatens and belittles

Me.

Frustration is my downfall.

But it speaks and I am

Captured.