Frustration Festers

I am so frustrated.

Why is this treatment different?

I hate this.

But I cannot complain.

I don’t dare.

If I was to speak up, would anyone listen?

I doubt it.

The last time I spoke up, I was accused of being an attention seeker, a puddle-glum.

No one wants to know about your pain, your frustrations, your worries, your concerns.

No one wants to be burdened with that.

Why would you expect anyone to care?

See, this is why I give up.

This is why I stop trying.

No one wants to understand.

They just...