The curse of the libra

The zodiac is filled with things that live, yet I am  the scales  
here are some more details  
trying to find balance in a imperfect world  
standing straight while everything else twirl's    
   
I guess you could say I'm an equilibrium whore  
keeping everything balanced is a chore  
balancing night with the length of day  
always having the need to weigh  
   
a soul in one pan, a feather in the other  
trading one pain for another  
left,right,left,right  
scales tipping all night  
   
never knowing which way they will sway  
in the old days  
the zodiac consisted of animals and souls  
I am neither of those  
   
the inanimate object of the stars  
ruled by Venus, not Mars  
Macrobius said that Venus appeared in this constellation  
at the time of creation  
   
the curse of the Libra bestowed upon me  
to this sign I am born, I can not flee  
harmony, balance, rights and justice  
and everything else around us  
   
balancing everything in my head every day  
relating to people in that special way  
makes me fucking tired..............