I try to run from the real me, <br />but I am glued inside myself. <br /> <br />Who I espy in the mirror, <br />usually revolts me. <br /> <br />My evolution is atrophied: <br /> <br />Fear directs my life - <br /> <br />Controls me... <br />Aborts me. <br /> <br />When I draw my final breath, <br />the collective pool of tears amassed, <br /> <br />will have created the oasis <br /> <br />I always craved.<br /><br />Jeffrey Philip Clegg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/creating-what-i-ll-never-have/
