Pis*ed off is about everyone who seems to REFUSE to understand your situation, for however long they KNOW you've been in it, and will continue to be so. I'm not gonna make some kind of libelous fuss about it, but if you figure this sounds like you at some point, you're probably right.

I suppose I'm really not on fire
In a way I cannot bear
So 'ere I stand,
And dream,
And love,
Still castles everywhere.
Know not how many times
You could ever count a wrong,
But the still life,
Fruit and folly,
And a heart still full of song.
Bear not all that
That has no place,
Look forward to the righteous face.
The one who will not claw,
And know,
To hold you close, and be your foe.
Nay, 'tis not she,
My bed of gold,
Haunting,
Indecisive,
Old.
In spirit, and in soul of me,
I do not stand a mockery.
Am I not fee'd
A garden post.
Worthy cursed,
Should you not toast?
Crane not so long, when needs arise,
I'm less a fool than you are wise.
Glare and stammer,
If that serves,
But hold one thought,
And spare my nerves.