A little bitter

Every passing day i realise i exist, i dont live
I realise i have hands but they are dead
I realise i have eyes but all i see is complimentary colours
I realise how far i am from myself
how forgiving i am of my surroundings
how accepting i am of mediocrity
I realise how shallow i am
in thinking this is more than i will ever need
in thinking by owning material things i have character
what a fool i am to sit with my head in my hands and do nothing about it
I realise i have a lot to say but i am here and now and all i am is a little failure.