Do Not Judge Yourself

Why feel our life examined, and then failed? Evidence may show this is no fact To me .alas, I live beyond the Pale I’d like to go outside with my face veiled I’d like to be regarded with great tact Why feel my life examined and then failed? My inner life is holy but curtailed As if I have survived a dreadful wreck To me .alas, it feels absurdly real To be without a father hurts the child A sense of shame descends and kills respect Who should be examined and then failed? I did no damage nor did I run wild I do not feel like One of the Elect To me my life ran ragged, then derailed O Father, where are you, oh who would pick To take our family life and you evict? Why feel one’s life examined and then failed? To me .alas, it feels like a true tale