Frustration

Out of the dank depths of misery rose
A lonely figure, a tortured soul
who's confusion showed no signs of stopping
the frustration heavy and unforgiving

The conflict rising deep within her
to tear at flesh and reveal much deeper
a desperate soul crying out with needs
of human touch on a heart that bleeds

Some way of knowing what's felt inside
fear of secrets, we choose to hide
who to trust, which way to turn
the ache inside that rips and burns

leaving flesh so scarred and raw
no hope of happiness, restored
frustration that impedes her brain
only fear, mistrust and misery remain