Frustration

I am Frustration. I am the compacted rock that forms the foundation of the emotional wall you build around yourself. I am the questions you ask yourself on repeat when you can't sleep at night. I am the ache in your shoulders, the thumping in your head, and the force that sucks the energy from your marrow. I am the cracking of earth under the weight of the stress you choose to bear. I am the creaking of your body, the tension in your jaw, the creases in your forehead. I bring hot tears to your eyes, streaking your cheeks with confusion, as the outside world mistakes your stress for sorrow. Frustration is the sand you try to mould. Frustration doesn't understand why you hurt me.