I give up much too easily,
and my failings and imperfections
seem all the more apparant.
I walk too far away from where I am,
before I've even reached the plains
of the nearest destination.
I try hardest of all,
yet feel I've not persued hard enough
as I let myself fall to my wayside.
I give much more than I'm able
and take nothing that is my due,
in fear I'll offend or burdon.
I fight with all I don't have
and fold at the mearest failing.
for strength, is my only weakness.