Frustration

Written after a day at my job working with adults with a disability; in my private life dealing with personal issues in a new relationship.


I look into your eyes
Are you looking at me?
What do you know, what do you think
You experience, I can tell, but do you know you do?
I experience too much. We can swap
Or maybe not, because it's the same thing
I experience endless crap
Nothing works, I'm stuffed below the waist
Pills in, pills out
Pills for everything, pills for the neurosis
Pills for the failure
Caused by the pills

Endless frustration, endless arousal
Blockage, frustration
Unfulfillable maternal achings
Sexual stuff-ups, constantly aroused
Plummeting self-esteem
Make the whole thing stop, go away, I was better off alone
Leave me in my own little world, my own tiny comfort zone
Like yours is, like your little zone
Don't intrude upon us, just you leave us alone.