frustrated

I am extremely frustrated.
I believe i am frustrated with society.
with human nature in the 21st century.
frustrated with myself
with my creative voice.
with the quality of my final product.
where is the understanding?
since when do i not make sense? (since always)
in accordance to others:
its too this
too that
more craft
more value
add and
subtract (according to others)

but all i do is
subtract
from myself.
from my creative voice.
from my style and message
for the greater quality of the final product.

is there such thing as a final product? (how bout work in progress)

a powerful potential pulls at me.
my calling.
i sometimes forget this.
and when i do.
whiplash
my heart sets right on track.
a long endless highway of ambition.
a drive to create. (and then make a difference)

but i am so frustrated.