I can’t hold up my head, everybody is
running full-speed, the office is a bee-
hive of activity, only I am left behind,
too tired to lift my head and take part
Why should fatigue be my biggest
enemy - inferiority is eating into me,
I’m a nobody, cannot type a full day’s
work, everybody is achieving
Only I am sinking into a well of self-
pity; I’m too tired to fight this feeling,
my head expanding into a big, soft
blob of sponginess
I become useless, too tired to fight this
fatigue, maybe when I’m well, I will be
able to look myself in the eyes again,
but until then
I feel ashamed of myself…
Margaret Alice
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/ashamed-of-myself-5-28-2009/
