Frustrated is how I feel.
I can't figure out the deal.
This year just makes no sense.
I feel like crashing into a fence.

"Frustrated" is the title of this year.
From it I've tried to peer.
This year might have been better,
if it weren't under the darkest weather.

One thing after another
robbed joy altogether.
Why did it happen like this?
All the joy that I miss.

Frustrated from the beginning
to this, so near, the ending.
Many questions have arisen
on so many a complicated decision.

Frustrated is how I will feel
until graduation becomes real.
I'm learning from my mistake
but Betty Crocker it's no piece of cake!

*Originally written May 2, 1996.