Frustrated

I’m frustrated. You’re out of reach.

You chase them, but you’re all I can see.

Maybe someday, you’ll be looking at me.

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I’m frustrated with myself.

A single look is all it takes, and I melt.

Nothing I do seems to offer any help.

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I’m frustrated for not moving on,

Afraid of losing what I never even won.

Anyone else and I’d already be gone,

Instead it’s you and all I’ve done is forlong.

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Frustration is what you’ve caused.

To be clear, it’s not your fault.

I entered the game and accepted the loss,

Though I never accounted for what it would cost.

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I’m frustrated when I want to smile.

Constantly discovering you may be worthwhile:

Your mind, heart, even your style,

How after you laugh your eyes stay bright for awhile.

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I’m frustrated with my own heart.

I should’ve known from the very start,

That someone designed like a fine piece of art,

Would have already given someone else their heart.

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I’m frustrated. You’ve driven me mad.

Don’t mistake, it hasn’t all been bad.

But, I’m frustrated and I’m always sad.

The chance I thought I’d take, I never even had.

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Frustrated is how I feel trapped in this skin.

Frustration burns me from within.

I’m jealous of what they have, call it a sin.

All I know is whose arms you’re currently in

Makes me wish to be more than a friend.

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I’m frustrated.

So frustrated.

But, honestly, I don’t hate it.

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