frustration

I'm so frustrated right now
that the only way i can justify this entry
is to try to turn it into a poem right now
but the words
just aren't spilling that way.
they're gushing they're overspilling
like the dam in ohio

but enough with PERSONAL REFERENCES
and enough with you.
enough with accepting but demeaning differences
and enough with tactless and spiritless men.

enough with men.
enough with weakness.
enough with women and men and weakness in both

enough with wanting to vomit
every time i see my friend's face and realize
she hasn't been a friend for oh so long.

enough with needing
and needing
and needing
and needing
and never getting enough.

it's just been enough, already, ok?
ok?

and then silence.
and it's never going to be enough for me, so i will live a disappointed life.