Frustration

From a writer's workshop last night. The syllabic form is 1, 2, 3, 4, 10

Why

Do I

Settle for

This madness when

I am worthy of so much more than this

It

May be

True that I

Hide behind my

Past mistakes and sabotage my future

But

I know

There are still

Some redeeming

Qualities that I pass into the world

And

The world

Allows me

To proceed with

Utmost caution, knowing I lack some strength

I

Lack the

Strength to care

At certain times

And cause little implosions in my world

I

Lack the

Strength to hold

Some core values

So that my light gets dimmed by my own hand

I

Lack the

Strength to stand

Against the man

Who snuffs out my life with joy in his eyes.