Falling

Self-destruction
in a nut shell;
I've come to a conclusion
that my mind is a hell.
It reminds me everydaythat I'm constantly watched.
My dreams of notes and rhythms
are meant to be botched.
Since nothing is right
and I've done no wrong,
what could I accomplish next
to feel like I belong?
I wish for friends
that won't suddenly change,
But where is the fun
in remaining this way?
Disrespect and failure
in their simplest shapes
are thrown together in a classroom,
too poorly taped.
There's no need
to linger on the past
with the way we live,
moving along too fast.
I've been encouraged to learn
from my parent's mistakes,
but what I'm being taught
is unbearable to take.
My own interruption are
unnnecessary and rash
When I can't deal with them,

my self image is bashed.
Something's wrong
with me I'm sure
because this anger
makes me feel torn.
My stress is taken out
on my loved ones constantly
and I wish they could understand,
but they can't, honestly.
I give nothing away and
leave it to their imaginations.
All you need to know is
that I'm sick of frustration.