Enraged

Sometimes I have no real reason to be here, but I am.

 Honestly, things should be easier for how much work I put in. 

But yet so much is so little. 

Nothing ever seems to be right and it makes me more and more present. 

I become enraged and more impatient when situations arise. 

But I reward it with silence. 

I don't usually act upon myself.

 Sometimes when I think what's best is to just up and leave. 

I don't care for most people's reactions. 

I am me and no one can change me.

I don't often act upon the things I say and do.

Something more takes over.