Lack of doing, deficient in trying
Prevents possible happiness
Waiting for someone to fall
Upon me by shear coincidence
Recognizing it won’t ever occur
From the confines of my walls
The shell of my prison is slow to crack
Changes never appear to happen
The reflection sickens my insides
In my head excuses blur reality
The source of problems lies within control
Passing days see no results
Little alterations are not enough
Frustration and denial form a trifecta with sadness
Physical beauty is the first trait others notice
And it always escapes my grasp
Blend into the background with shame
When will it be my turn to shine?
Copyright 2007
by Sean Kimmel
For more go to http://www.seankimmel.com/
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