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...