[Original Poem] Shame Shrine

I’m a failure at life,
Failure at everything,
And everything I do
Is somehow, in some way
and somewhere, with someone,
absolutely, inherently,
utterly and despicably...
wrong.

The depths of my disgrace
as a mere organism
(not to mention a mammal
or human being)
go beyond time
and distance
excelling past anything
you could ever imagine.

(I’m that much of a waste of life!)
And my failure is exponentially
and inversely proportional
to the extent at which I try -
I’m not going to lie -
I can’t even begin to explain.

I’m sure you would argue
And claim to understand -
"we all have those days," you’d say
And still I say, “nay.”
But of course, you’d be right
I couldn’t even achieve limits
on the lowest scale of things.
Can’t claim to be the worst -
for that would be something indeed.

And so I am stuck here
in this refuse pile of not enough
A lifetime’s accumulation
Of every thing I’ve dreamed
But could not bring to life.

And I’ve twisted back
the line of guilt
to feed straight into my heart.
For that’s what I deserve
For living in this world,
And half-assedly, pathetically
weakly, meekly, and ironically arrogantly...
just being me.

Logo courtesy of @theDGT

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