Perfectly Okay
I wonder if it's just me
The epitome of inadequacy
So dependent and incapable
Of doing just the ordinary
What is to everyone mundane
Skills ever so easy to attain
Seem to me wholly hearculean
While to be perfectly okay, i feign
Every fibre within me aches
As each task demands multiple takes
Driving me to a desolate corner
Where I repeat the same mistakes
I wish my anxious heart would just calm
And sing perhaps, a soothing psalm
But i can sense this newfound fear
Ebbing away all my prior charm.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
