...you have an Achilles Heel
and suffer censorship, self and imposed.
You compromise your beliefs,
laud evil over good,
rest your mind in ennui,
take two when one would do,
and take one when you know you're worth two.
You believe you get what you deserve,
give credit where credit's not due,
lop off all the tall poppies,
and wish all the above were gone,
your love left standing alone.
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