Frustration
I am frustration
Grown from a small seed of doubt
Through stewing and rehashing
I build to a thought which takes over your mind
Clouding reality and ability to feel anything
I am a rumination of nothingness
Leaving you no ability to feel joy or pain
Just confusion marching along
Unable to focus on the present
I hold you hostage, alone
Full of self-doubt and
Afraid I may never go away
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