Frustrations

There have been days when I have been upset
With you, or, more precisely, what you've done;
Days when I've been unfair, and let
Some minor things, done jokingly, for fun,
Be blown out of proportion, but also
Days when you've consciously tried to
Annoy me. I am sorry even so,
Even for those, because, although you knew
That you would frustrate me, that was because
I was too tightly wound. I'm sorry, then,
For all the times when, I admit, I was
Overly sensitive. I am again,
But now, I think, I've kept under control
The anger that has terrified my soul.