Frustrated Minds

We are Hearts, minds, and souls Packaged carefully Inside flesh and bone. Enhanced by organs and muscles. Some of these With genius thoughts Beautiful, fleshy faces Yet clueless minds to their lives But there are some of us With a random, but wise bitterness, The burdens of others Thrown in our brains And they still don’t know why They are so blessed, Cursed With these thoughts. We are What we are. Hidden graciously behind a mask of skin.