frustrated

frustration gets the worst of me,
it ignites the hatred i feel for me,
and burns so wild so easily,
and spreads through me so scarily,
and i let it be,
but the storm in me rages too far,
so loud and so ultra clear,
i am useless and stupid and sad,
with no friends to call,
in times of need and when i wanna talk,
what do u call a person like me,
whose visions blurred,
i mean literally,
and whose only thoughts conflict with me,
i can;t not just let it be,
for its getting out the worst in me.
lots of 'ifs' circling around in my head,
if i did that and if i said that,
damn it rubs on and on,
until again i'm so mad at me,
for getting so frustrated so easily!