Preoccupied with mine own self
I whine and whine and whine.
Displaying not my battle scars
But the chinks in my armor.
Blind I remain to the struggles of others;
Ascribing their victory to a stroke of luck.
Or a trove of massive talent.
Thinking mine own life as the greatest battle.
An alliance forged between Fear and Pride
Wreak havoc in my life.
One drowning me in the well of doubt
The other refusing helpful hands.