How long is too long?

I tossed and turned all night
with a loneliness I couldn't sate.
And I woke up with a list
nine miles wide and a thousand miles long
of the injustices against me.

Each step I took
the second I got out of bed
adding to the list.

Until I left the house
sick
with unshed tears and
anger.

My heart,
usually capable of
so much love,
twisting and turning
in bitterness.

I keep asking myself,
"Who am I?"
"What is this?"
"Why?"

But all
I can keep doing
is checking off my list
counting on my fingers
the injustices of life
nine miles wide and infinitely long.