This day Im stuck on feeling short of sad
Though soft and silky smooth I freeze afraid
I mete out my impressions mirror mad
Im self aware the masks I wear are staid
I fawn to follow latest social fad
In his eyes hardly half of me is weighed
If simple soul Im claimed Ill nod iron clad
Ill smile small smiles expressly lesser grade
Once he ascribed to me anothers name
The slip in sentence rattled me to core
I wondered why I feared a casual whore
I wondered why I feared a secret flame
I didnt dodge or damn too paralysed
One off or odd thought lapse if analysed
Chorus paralysed disabled hamstrung
