Poor me

Let me tell you what impatience does to me... It gives me a constant burning sensation in my heart and in my mind, as if I swallowed a fireball. It feels like an old, bony hand with witch-like nails squeezes my heart until blood begins to drop. Instead of trying to suppress the feeling, I consciously make mistakes just to get rid of it... to break the anxious wait. But nothing helps, life tests me everytime, all the time... Shakespeare once said, "How poor are they that have not patience!" I am very very very poor...