Here's a piece of poetry which I feel reflects what most of us think about, but in deeper and dark terms.

I am the worst.

I don the protective armor everyday.

Food.

Shelter.

Family.

Hands.

Legs.

Eyes.

But I still complain.

I am the worst.

I put my white robes on.

Ready to vomit compassion.

Ready to say I care.

Ready to extend my hands.

Ready to spread my holy wings.

But it is only so I can fly above all of you.

I am the worst.

I take out my mouth for the dying, my very own bible.

I whisper gentleness.

I speak love.

I sing their convenient praises.

Then I cry tears of hypocrisy.

For I know I am still alive in my favorite place, the wards of healing.

I am the worst.

I tap into books of knowledge.

I flip the pages.

Just so I can put you down.

I am the worst.

I use my favorite weapon, the whip, my tongue.

I lash.

I lie.

I attack.

Stories surround me.

Just so I can forget myself.

I am the worst.

But please.

I beg you.

Don't forget me.