What is this called

There is a feeling inside that I cannot deny. There is a frustration inside that I cannot relieve. There is an anger within that I cannot quench.

Words that have been spoken are taken in vain. Feelings that have surfaced have been treated without care. Perhaps things have been taken too lightly. Perhaps familiarity breeds contentment and with contentment, carelessness. How I detest this too familiar feeling.

I seek for the source of unhappiness. To eradicate the root, to be at peace. Each day, each passing day, is a struggle. I yearn to go back.

God give me strength.