Frustrations

Moral fabric.  Striped w. judgment.  Checkered with lies.  Sewn with hate.  Painted with Greed. 

Now you should feel guilty. Ashamed. Phony. 

Sit in disbelief.  Stare that blank stare. Pretend you can’t do anything to change it.

It seems so overwhelming. So impossible.

The world is so big.  There are so many people.

I wouldn’t even no where to begin.

I ask for help. I say I will. I let myself down.

They just Hate too much.  Fear too many.  Act out in anger and force.

Impose their will.  Do this or else.  Give me this or die.

If only they knew the truth.  The freedom they will feel.  The outcome of home.

It is frustrating.  I am scared.  I feel judged.  I feel sorry. 

I show no one this.

Or at least very few.

I can’t see any difference. 

Im blind if im not content.  Im unhappy if im not grateful.  I should be overjoyed.

I wish there was a restart button.

I have Faith but it wavers.  How do I keep it?  Constant. No matter what.

Love all.  Judge no one.  Be compassionate. Feel empathy.  Help those who ask.

Pay attention you might miss something.  Overlook an opportunity. 

I’m lazy.  I procrastinate.   I’m an amateur.

Nothing to offer, nothing worthwhile. 

It’s a lie, I t always has been.

Create yourself anew.  Stand for who you are.  Seek for what you know.

Don’t change in the face of ridicule.  Show your true self. 

Create, Create, Create.

That happens no matter what.  Magic is powerful.  The mind is amazing.

Lack of control is the dilemma.

I do have a voice.  Loud and booming.  

If only I would listen.