The Beaten Path

Frostily, your teeth clench when you say Do not let yourself be so bush league: Turn around, chin up and walk that way! So, despite my self-doubt and fatigue And, trusting you, I will go astray. Having spent my life trying to prove Myself something more than a loser Once again, I find it hard to move Without advice from my abuser... But I know you would disapprove. I possess neither smartness nor luck, Pre-determined by genetic code Toward a fate resembling havoc, When I faced a fork along the road Your voice smacked me along for luck. Though my strong preference would have been To chose the path of least resistance Mediocrity would be a sin Since you trained me for persistence... Yet, still, this road of humiliation.