Intrinsic

Most of my poems tell a story... but I'm feeling more introverted tonight.

Intrinsic

I look in the mirror,
and hate what I see.
I gaze in the mirror,
and there is only me.


I look in my eyes,
desire fire, claim flame,
I examine my eyes,
and perceive only shame.


I scan my complexion,
Where's the iron? Where's the steel?
I stare at my reflection,
and disgust is what I feel.


Every moment of my life,
I remember a mistake,
and every second of my life,
is a second I'd re-take.


Regrets and remorse,
and a life which I waste,
throughout the course
of a story without grace.


The potential lies within me,
I am sure, that I could show
the many evils that surround me,
a resolve they could never know.


Would that I was a hero,
a man of action, with virtues plain,
would that I was a hero,
Instead of Abel, I am Cain.