Easily Blamed Week

Am I suppose to look strong?              I am so weak, insecure of my wrongs I stumble on obscure words...not exactly sleek  Suppose I could blame it on the week All the time I wonder about someone Jealous thoughts instantly runs through my weary mind Don't mind me...just don't look back I'm becoming a monster Full of damned dreams That probably won't come back It won't come to pass And how could I learn in class? Am I a weakling or what? I create a fuss about things I don't own Oh joy...here comes those groans of yours Do you see yourself in the mirror? I should be the one doing that You bother as if you were some sort of gnat... Meaningless regrets that I could slightly feel Like I ate an appetizing meal Then regret: "I shouldn't have eaten that..." And then I'm expected to be a slick as an athlete. And beat A race of amusement...aggrivating toil And feed the spoil It doesn't sound right...so peculiar There's no use to compare Ourselves with our own kind Could I ever find A way to seep through an energetic world of lust And I thrust To get this journey over with And done with Finding a certain solitude to sleep  And fall into the deep And stumble upon the annoying habit of weakness And I assure you I won't miss A day that I feel strong Enough to get on my knees And enjoy a certain solitude And find myself praying And go without playing This week