Error in Tragedy

Error in Tragedy

If I am unfit to be anything I thought I could be, makes me feel guilt.
Because the talent I possess has no real value.
And also because whatever little talent I have,
actually never had any gravity to it.
This saddens me greatly.
To think selfishly....
Wondering how no one could possibly validate me.
I look back for answers,
I see the same shadows in my past.
I came last in the eyes of a greater Nemesis.
Imagine my grief thinking if how I did things differently may have been purged upon.
What would be the outcome.
Had I ignored reality.
Today, my reality is fighting sickness.
I either accept it or refuse to.
Reality has never been a friend of mine.
So, I decided to be my favorite person in the world.
I see how the world is artificially processed.
How I became this observant in it is the mystery.
This boring pastime has seen many days pass, whereas much of me has grown.
That is the key to my life.
How many times have I noticed my evil twin.
Will I make it out here, alive.
I don't know how.
I don't know about reality.
I only know these words.
Words that capture some medium that's "out there".
My picture is the story.
Look - see,  what you might find.
I hate reality!
So I fight with ambition.
To uncover my blindness.
For such horrific vanity.
From such agony and betrayal.