I am driven on by a
Green-eyed task-master
Its whip cracks nearly every time
I see another person
Smiling
Happy
Celebrating
Successful
Reminding me that
I do not feel myself
Smiling
Happy
Celebrating
Successful
Stealing the joy I ought to feel
I know I have much
I should be happy
I should celebrate it
But I feel the lash upon me
Again
And again
And I know of few who smile under such an onslaught
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