My Infamy

Although I have written

Many things quite derogatory,

Against the human condition,

I don’t consider it blasphemy.

What I say is simply truth to me…

I must admit I have been critical

Against something that is apparently so crucial.

I have however been mistaken,

I guess I had just forgotten.

The same demonized condition

Has created, in its imagination:

Love, peace, hope, and trust.

Although most regard the latter three

As something we have and use readily.

I see them as goals and the only idea in use,

Is love, and even that is used sparingly.

We hold these truths to be self-evident…

But that is my idea and I tend to believe what I tell myself.

I can believe others as well, that influences my self.

However this is the infamy that I have for myself,

And not what others have for me.

Not because I do not care, my opinion simply matters more to me.

Since this poem is a way to ensure my sanity…