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.