Shell-Shocked

I'm only a month in,
but I've been here for years.
Yet still I find myself
jaw-dropped and shell-shocked
at the way things are churning.

What do you do? What do you say?
When you stand here 20 years young
and have nothing to validate your concerns.

I stand here shell-shocked
and imprisoned in the prim and proper facade
that is burning away at the
brink of hope that lies just beyond.

I stand shell-shocked,
knees ready to buckle
as the same old song and dance come in to play.

Snap, crackle, pop!
Lord, I'm on my knees
begging you please
for a glimmer of hope
and an ounce of change.