Problem

I've tried to solve this problem over and over again. But just when I think I've figured it out; the solution is never the one I got. So back to my pen and paper. Try to get it all over again; but it only gets me frustrated. Still I sit and try to find the answer. It's right in my face I know it is, it has to be. The universe wouldn't give me a problem I couldn't solve. Time goes by, the clock has ticked. Hopefully soon my hour is up. I can't take this anymore. I wanna scream, cry but I know no one will help me. I'm filled in a busy room with people who has tortured my soul. I wanna hurt them, have them bleed; feel the pain like I've felt over the years. But something holds my hand. I'm thankful but I don't know what else to do. So I'll sit, try to solve the problem; that's in front of me. The answer is staring at my face If only I could see it so I can go home.