Sexual Frustration

No one seems to care about the conditions of the covers in which I lay.
When there’s nothing left to talk about I won’t talk
Because it’s not like you care anyway.
I’m giving up and sitting down
But the frustration saddles in comfortably and wants to stay.
Their pretty faces french kissing.
Envy builds of what I’m missing……
Day after day.

Even when I snack in quietly,
Desperation won’t go underneath the covers with me.  

Author's Note

I watched the film "Babel" for the first time the other day, and I got the idea for this poem from the story of Chieko Wataya. She is the rebellious, deaf Japanese teenage girl, who is sick of everyone, and can't find any satisfaction in life while dealing with sexual frustration.