THE MAN I AM

Why this heaviness?
This foreboding sense
Of something missed,
left undone,
Forgotten -
Somewhere along the line
A failure?

Is there in me a criminal
I glimpse at these times
Which others do not see -
Or if they see, do not say?
And if they did, what would I do?
Cry "mea culpa",
And sink into despair?

I think I'd say they are mistaken.
I think a rage in me would
Blind me to the man
They say they see -
The man, at these times,
I suspect I really am.