The internal battle within myself is so loud. Frustration is the loudest voice of them all. He stands toe to toe with his Arch nemesis Faith. Faith stands back, with his large arms folded, watching Frustration, give this argument all he has. His face is red with fury. The veins in his forehead are protruding with every word he yells at Faith. The closer Frustration gets to Faith, the taller Faith stands. His feet have not moved from his place on the concrete floor. Failure a small, frail being in the corner sits there watching the whole interaction waiting on his turn to enter and appease the whole situation. He chews away at his nails, and spits the skin from his mouth, anxiously waiting his time to step in and say “Alright already. I'll take it from here.” “Are you listening to anything I'm saying!! Why are you just standing there??” he yells now standing nose to nose with Faith. His chest is heaving up and down, with his t-shirt heavy against his body soaked with the sweat of aggravation. Faith stands there in his clean red polo and neatly pressed, and creased, blue dress pants. His mouth forms into a crooked smile. “I was just waiting for you to finish.” He replies calmly. Failure changes his position in the wooden chair in the corner. “Wait what?” he says to himself as he darts his head from side to side. “I've been waiting for this moment! Hit him, Frustration!” He begins his own battle. Faith takes his hand and nudges him as if to say step aside. He moves a few steps and then pivots back to face Failure. “Can I ask you a question?” Frustration folds his arms, pivots to face Faith and relaxes his posture. “I believe the correct way of saying that is ‘May I ask you'. Of course you ‘Can' ask a question.” Faith snaps his fingers and points in his direction. “I'm glad you caught that. I see I've taught you well and I also see that I have your attention.” He walks over and grabs a chair and slides it towards Frustration. Frustration looks at the chair then back at Faith then apprehensively takes his seat. Faith pulls up a seat of his own and sits crossing his legs and folding his hands in his lap. “Now that we are both ready to talk in a civilized tone, we can talk civilized business. What is your frustration, frustration?” Frustration scoffs and rolls his eyes. “I am tired. So very sick, and so very tired, of being the only one doing all the work around here. Every time I turn around, I'm getting up early, being awakened from my sleep… to work!!” Faith rubbed his hands together and leaned forward. “So you're quitting?” “I'm not quitting! I'm just saying! You get to sit and watch me go from corner to corner in here, busting my back, while you sit in the corner twiddling your thumbs, smiling at me with that bright grin.I can't stand it!” He folded his arms, leaned back in his chair and pouted. Faith laughed. “You don't seen to have a problem with your little cohort Failure over there making a meal out of his nails watching you.” They both looked over at Failure who was rubbing his thing hands over his vanishing thighs. “I'd really like for him to get up and do something. I need a vacation.” Faith sighed. “Well, if you would like me too. I can stand up and work, but on one condition.” He said putting up his finger. “I knew this was coming.” He said glancing up at the ceiling. “You..” Faith pointed at him, and then moved his finger towards failure, “And him have to go, and never comeback.” Failure sat up with his eyes darting from left to right. “Wait a minute! I didn't say that I wanted to leave. I want you to leave, so I can do what little I need to do.” He turned to Failure, “And he can do his job. You're just here for nothing.” Faith's lip twisted up into a smile. “Oh that's what you think?” “That's what I think.” Frustration retorted. “Well, I have a little news for you.” He stood up and began to walk around Frustration. “I've been taking it really easy on you.” Frustration tilted his head back. “You have have you?” he asked smiling a cocky smile. “Oh yes. You see, all of us. Even I, answer to a Higher Authority when it comes to our job titles. I don't wear this Red Polo for nothing.” He stopped and stood confidently. “Oh yeah so that's supposed to mean something?” Frustration asked. “Who's this higher authority?” Faith smiled. “Oh don't act like you don't know. His name is Jesus.” Failure's knees began to buckle, and Frustration shifted his weight uncomfortably. He pulled out his collar and began to sweat. “You're right.I uh, I did.” “So I'll tell you again. I'll step up but in Jesus name, you have to go.” Frustration stood and so did Failure and they slink away out of the room, heads hung low, and defeated as it was always meant to be. Faith stood in the center of the room. “Alright Jesus. I have done what you asked.”