The Analyst

I've got to watch out for my typos. My imperfections cloud my judgement I forget which way is up or was it down I hate that I get turned around. Struggles make me ill. Disappointment makes me still... Still, I can't be still because I've got to fix my typos. I've got to be the best and I've got to tend to this mess. I've got to get an A on this test. Maybe I should rest.. rest, I can't rest because I've got to fix all these typos. Line after line page after page the story has to change it can't stay the same because my diligence is real it doesn't matter how I feel MAN THESE TYPOS. if I could just understand that I hold the key in my hand to unlock his door and her door. I know WHAT'S IN STORE FOR THEIR FUTURE. they're counting on me...to make it a bit more easy. But I've got all these typos...