Anger at Myself: a Poem

I’m not angry at the Universe
I’m angry at Myself
with all these visions
of who I’m to be
and yet I’m stuck
in the fear;
the sadness and the darkness
I can’t move forward

So frustrated
that what I do
is never enough
I give of myself
so damn much
but not much return
a surviving kind of life
I do it to myself
I’ve been blinded inside