Frustration

Frustration


My life isnt fiction.
It isnt what you see on television.
You havent read it in any novel.
If you heard about it, you could only ask why.
Im lucky enough to live it.

Im as open and grounded as a cliché.
Nobody is wrong in my eyes.
Each person is a color in my painting.
My September scale secretly weighs my conscious of heart and mind.
There are two sides to the coin, I see them side-by-side.

When it was time to talk, I listened.
As others left, I stayed.
People offered their support, I acted on my word.
Failure was out of the question.
My shoulders beared the weight of desire.

Everything is right in other eyes, what am I doing wrong?
How much longer can this last?
People have a vision...
Im supposed to be somewhere, but I cant get there.
It is a riddle I cant answer.

Ive walked from my satisfaction.
Experienced my happiness,
Still devout to my inner feelings,
Remembering is a cure and a curse.

The heart has no compass.