My Doppelganger

You folkstem, circumcised off my soft heart.
The flesh of you, that sour, foul fatness
Which sticks to the roof of my mouth, rancid,
Like eating the slough from fleshly oils;
I see you dote upon the fay woman
I see you in your glory, with all prized
Things in your life: Woman, children, money
Which you throw away and always cheat on.
Then you speak foul words to the doctor's faith
Newborn, grown from that which I have witnessed.
Enjoy your time, while I suffer. Silent
Am I, where all my best efforts are vain.
'tis vain, I produce a thousand riddles
And you make off with my loot, perverting
It with your foul ignorance, while I sit
Ashamed, and my name is made a byword
For the man who had faith, and sat alone.
You abuse me; make off with my riches
And then you say, "He deserves it, for where
"Is his faith? Where is his faith? I don't see."
And I say to you, "My faith is broken
"But God shall mend it, for it is written."