Frustration

I tend to feel this way quite often. Ah well, it's a good poem. Soothes the mind just a little bit, and stirs the mentality.

Day-to-day
     It goes on.
It haunts
     My Dreams.
It stirs my mind
     Like a lonely man trying to keep warm.
It comes like waves to crash
     Among the rocks that compose sanity.
It moves in, and peeks out like neighbors
     Who watch through a crack in the blinds to examine this stranger
     That is me.
I am not welcome
     In my own mind.

[The poem continues below, but I scratched it out:]
I stay,
     A stubborn mountain that refuses to move.
Its faith
     Cannot kill this giant.
[I don't like this section, but included it so completeness could be had.]