Insecurity's Chant
It's not possible; things are tough.
I'm not able, not good enough.
My weight's not right and shape's a fright.
Each who passes scorns my sight.
There's no time; the risk's too great.
I've missed my chance. It's now too late.
I'm so young and the world's too cold.
Things pass fast; now I'm just old.
On and on drones this grim chant.
But to those who don't know they can't...
Things are tough so I'll work smart.
When others stop, that's when I'll start.
That's what I want so here I go.
It's not my age, but what I know.
I'm good and sure of what I've got.
Forget the world that says I'm not.
The famous glass that needs its fill,
Half empty no more. I can. I will!
poem by Gregory Huyette
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