Unfinished, Untitled
Scott Sherman - 9.22.2003

It seems I've done it to myself again,
Talked myself into a saddened stupor
Bereft of the courage and strength I truly possess.
The hardened walls of needless worry
Ensnare me in a pathetic fury;
I could tear them away if I tried,
Brighten the day, see the outside...

It seems to others that I prefer the gloom
Sitting alone in a darkened room
Brooding and writing these dark, dark lines
Silently happy that I've finally found some inspiration,
A release of mind...

But, truly, all I really need
Is to drop the facade and let in the light
That so many have seen me shine outright!
Realize my power and make a decision
To deny fear and self derision
Unleash my presence unto myself
And to my own self be true.

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