Flyweight

I am a fly,
A lightweight,
Sideliner forever,
Or new counter?

Dumping heavy,
Bearing my weight,
Balancing imbalances,
Unburdening my conscience.

Easily affected,
The slightest skirmish,
Quickly weighs me down,
Still nothing calms me down.

Shut my trap,
Fly idly,
Or strike home,
Get on the raw?

I am a light-traveller,
A fly in the ointment,
A fuss-maker,
A drama queen.

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