Don’t Pity Me-I’m a Coward

Is there truly any feeling worse than disappointment?

I would say there’s not.

A glimpse of the bright sunrise,

followed by shadows of rot.

Like many emotions

it exists in many forms.

Perhaps the worst of them

is the one the mirror scorns.

The one in yourself

and the failures you carry.

You try to balance it

With the self-hatred you bury.

You look at others

and their shining crowns.

You can’t quite help it

But to feel down.

These muddy feelings

Of distaste and inferiority

Make you timid and boring

Your soul lacking authority.

But it’s too late

These feelings have locked you away.

You won’t try and resolve them

That’s a job for another day.