Is it then some fault in me
I ask myself time and again
As I struggle somehow to be
Constantly fighting unseen pain
Feeling subjected to phantom
Demands in a world of foreign
Standards per annum
My efforts a weak oxymoron
Unable to reconcile inner
Thoughts that whirl unchecked
An unrepentant sinner
All too ready to interject
Left forlorn and wounded
At efforts spurned summarily
Always wondering what I did
Watching detractors merrily
Go about their busy days
Their fun-filled nights rewards
For success at things in ways
I never thought to aim towards
My concept of truth and impact
Still a beat off the metre
Is it then some fault in me
~ Ellen Apple 6/1/2016
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