Frustration: A poem spoken to a beat . . .

I'm so not the person I want to be . . . *bangs head on table several times.*
I can't even write a stinkin' poem about it . . . *more rythmic banging*
Why not yet, Lord? WHY!? *bang, bang*
I will work harder . . . I must! *bang, bang, bang*
~ow~
Help me know who I am, God, and where you want me to be now. There's so much I feel I should be doing. I want a disciplined, quiet soul and a thoughtful, active mind. Instead my soul is tumultuous and confused and my mind scattered and loud. But I am who I am right now and I know that's who You want me to be. Growing is hard and I feel I've been in the awkward stage of my spiritual growth for too long. Help me to discipline my mind and my life, God, but help me to remember that you love me in my awkward stage and can use me even now.