stymied and abashed
nothing is ever exactly as it seems
which is perchance the cause of many complaints
dissatisfaction breeds contempt
as does familiarity
sometimes we hide from even ourselves
pretending all the while, we are well and adjusted and striving
except we are none of those
we are resentful and behind
clinging to an ideal
motioning ourselves to move
ever forward
all the while, politely declining
stymied and abashed
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nothing hidden in this poem: I like your candor
Thanks!