Cometh

Perhaps I have been overcome, thrown out, and destroyed.
Standing in front of thousands, I fall to my knees.
I do not deserve.
I do not deserve.
I call to the gods, no help.
Sweat drops from the tip of my nose.
I have not wronged any of you!
I have only loved.
Myself.
Now I come to realize my fault.
I deserve.
but who am I to speak?