Stand-Alone [rev] Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Anxiety attacks 2 days in a row, sad and scared since
I can't do a perfect job, fear is making my scalp shrink
like the American Indians did to their victims long ago,
shrinking I'm sinking into a lake of despair - with eyes
unfocused, noise hurts my ears while the self-inflicted
pain is caused by my desire for excellence & inability

To achieve - nothing can ever infuse my work with the
excellence required by those in the know, reading text-
books for fun and checking rules on the half-hour while
I listen to the rhythm and sound of the words - wrong -
I know meaning is everything in the 1-to-1 relationship
between reality and concepts - to satisfy all those who

Believe truth is objective and stand-alone, therefore,
should be nailed to a cross then cast in stone…