I am told I should see each of my deeds
As items to cherish, tokens of pride.
So why does my mind sow discording seeds,
A wilt’ring thought that I cannot deride?
I am told I should smile and rejoice
For my meager gains and my aching tries.
But to convince myself with just a voice!
In truth, reality sooner defies.
I am told to count myself amongst greats,
Who have spanned ages with ideals alone.
My ‘intelligence’ shakes, the sham abates,
I leave my sad pride, in hopes to atone.
Why must this joke continue to be told?
The punchline is too awful to behold...