Disorder (2)

I’ve tried to shift the load I bear
And yet it hasn’t budged;
I feel both anguish and despair
At being harshly judged.

I think that I’ll be found to lack
The knowledge of each fact
Or have a knife plunged in my back
Or some such violent act.

In truth, I’m neither weak nor strong;
I simply am, full stop.
As such, I’m neither right nor wrong,
A winner or a flop.

So, whether being judged or not,
It doesn’t matter, not one jot.

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