Frustrated!

I try and try but I cannot do it.

Trying to articulate the words the way I see fit.

I see post after post, story after story,

Write it down! Grab a pen, the words forgotten there shortly!

Argh! Frustrated!

Commending remarks from my literacy professor,

Yet I cannot find the words that wouldn't feel any lesser.

He says "Your work is always so impressive!"

Doc says "This may be turning your PTSD into a manic depressive."

Ugh! Should I give up?! I'm just so frustrated!

I try and try but I cannot do it, I cannot find the words that would set me free!

I dream of the words that would suffice, but that just pulls me further from reality.

I can write lyrics to a song that isn't mine,

Dear brain must you be so unkind?

Why must you lead me astray?

Are you not mine, that you disobey?

Ahh! Come on man! So deeply frustrated!

I can bring life to other people's thoughts, make you see rainbows in the night,

Even when I drive I could mentally write down at least two verses, and that's when the traffic is light.

What is wrong with me?!

Nothing seems to help, not even therapy.

Oh my Lord! I am so frustrated!

I try and try, and yet, I cannot do it...

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