Frustration

Common mass of adrenaline.
Multiply that by one hundred and ten.
Even though I am not turning red
I'm still blowing steam off the top of my head.

No one listens
No one even bothers
Seems like I'm worth nobody's time.
I sometimes can't do this any further

Sometimes I want to run away and not be bothered.
Yet that is life and I will always be hot and bothered
Though, too many people stress me out
Make my head hurt.

I think life is out to get me
Or punish me
I must have done something wrong
I just want to scream and shout!

I want to let out all my frustration
But I'm too exhausted to try.
So why oh why?
Must this all be a part of my life!