YOU MEANT to share that great idea, 
 The one where you would say 
 The words that made you, finally, heard -- 
 Your revelation day. 

You did intend to blow their minds, 
 But then, somehow, instead 
 The words you murmured died in flight, 
 And you went home to bed. 

Imagined worlds, where we are seen,  
 These are a common thing -- 
 Self-hate, where is thy victory? 
 O, doubt, where is thy sting?

They are still here, though. Never left.
 It's all futility; 
 Here, in the reticence, you'll stay 
 Just possibility