Crown of Chaos 11 - Self-Esteem

(This poem is part of a heroic crown of sonnets. For more information, see "Crown of Chaos, Crown Jewel") 

 Until I make the effort that's required

I'll waste away my days upon the 'net

From dawn's first light to when I have retired

Instead of working I will merely fret.

 

Sometimes it seems I spend more time concerned

about the future than is good for me.

You'd think that after all these years, I'd learn

But I don't learn so easily, you see.

 

My humbleness should not be given heed

In truth I know that I am quite the best

I math gooder than all you ever see'd

I'm glad I got that burden off my chest.

 

While I am confident I can impress

At my potential I can only guess.

 

 

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