I often feel that I feel:
There’s always something wrong I’m doing,
Always something wrong with how I’m talking,
Walking,
Lifting,
Reading,
Writing,
Posting,
Swinging,
Fielding a ground ball,
Catching and throwing a football,
Dribbling and shooting a basketball,
Taking a hit or a fall,
Oh,
You can name them all,
I not allowed,
To listen to this artist,
I’m not allowed to say this and that,
Whatever the exclusive terms of endearment,
And I’m not allowed to post,
I’m not allowed to,
KEEP IT REAL,
Because,
There always seems to be something,
Just so,
So wrong,
With how I feel