Ashamed Of Myself 5.28.2009 Poem by Margaret Alice

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…