A Battle With Frustration

Sometimes I feel like pulling my hair out in frustration.
Frustration at the world, and what happens all around us.
At all the evil and bad that happens, most of it without a cause or valid reason.

Frustration at seeing so much injustice in the world.
Seeing so many people struggle through their lives, turning corners only to face death once more. An endless battle for freedom and justice.
Why them and not me? Why so much pain and no joy?

My greatest frustration is myself.
My inability to move, and to do as I believe.
This frustration toys with me, like a cat and mouse.
It is a frustration that must be released before it grows stronger than my will itself.