No one ever gets it. I am frustrated. Every little bit of me is struggling to get by - minute by minute. Talents, Career, Relationships - I have none. Was it my choice or did fate brought me here to gloat? I've set a deadline for myself. But, really, who am I to decide? I am frustrated. With no courage to cut the line, I am stuck here. I can't ask for help. I don't know how. It's frustrating to see me this way. What else can I do? Where else can I go? The night goes on with a shower of rain. I seek comfort in the tiny raindrops falling to the ground. Where is the moon when you needed her anyway? Sure she has phases, but so does myself. I feel frustrated. The solution of all this frustration lies within me and, yet, I refuse to face it. I am frustrated.