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