scream beyond our satisfaction?
do we pretend to hold?
is it that we say we walk with,
just outside the next store where
we sell our “souls”?
is that which we refuse to look
when forced into the mirror
might we have with ourselves, to
convince that we are worthy of
no one gets all that they want
when life so short will not reveal
that nothing offered’s good enough
if dissatisfaction is the only thing