Frustration

It creeps like a cat
Patiently awaiting it's prey.
Then, it pounces,
And frustration is upon you.
Every passing movement of every day
Seems to build into a pile of anger.
The looking mirror misses nothing.
Every small, bothersome movement causes more and more buildup,
And then it falls.
The cold-stoned structure called school,
Crumbles.
The eyes turn wild,
And the movements are ever so tense,
And then it shrieks,
Like an animal in agony caught in a trap.
Then, as if it never was,
It turns and leaves you in a tranquil,
Peaceful world,
Until the next day.





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