Frustration seems to get the best of me though I tried hard not to let it win

Can't seem to stop wanting to scream at the top of my lungs and just let all my troubles fly away with the wind

Piling up on overdrive its beginning to be too much for me

All i'll have left is a ghost of a body if I keep on stacking the papers higher and not ridding of any

Cracking my knuckles and getting ready for the big fight

But deep inside, I don't want a fight, I just want everything to be alright

But I still ready myself for the war to come because being prepared is all I have left of what's in my control

So I repeat over and over in my head all the tactics and strategies that I need to win

But I'm so tired of sparring with yet another foe

Getting no where with each attack and each blow

Struggling to be the one who proves them wrong

When all I really wanted was a mutual understanding of each other

This heavy burden laden on my chest with no pity

My shoulders feel as heavy as leaded filled chests

Oh how I wish this overload would come to a halt

But who else will hold up the sky if not I?