Silly Me Poem by Phil Soar

My middle name is 'Silly'
or so it seems to me
I've tripped up on almost everything
since I was only three
I cannot perform simple tasks
without them being flawed
the hidden hurt this seems to mask
has left me rather fraught
no matter how I tackle this
I seem to freak me out
and others seem to take the piss
which leads to some self doubt
and so I just don't try the plans
that others seem to thrive on
I just refuse and take a stance
and the pain just seems to pile on
Yet while I might be silly
I rate myself with rhyme
and that comes to my rescue
though it can be silly sometimes