Tribes of Tragedy

“I’m a grief creature,” cried the poet,

And it echoed in the bone

Hectic tribes built on tragedy

Always crowded, still alone

Battered by responsibility

Can never do enough

Mustn’t reveal a weakness

Haven’t got one, man, I’m tough

Motivated by “Have to”

Driven by OUGHT and SHOULD

Can I win approval?

Do you like me?

Was I good?

Always saying “sorry”

Best just to take the blame

Even when it’s broken

I feel safer staying same.

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