I can't be a genius.
I can't fight or
wrestle.
I can't throw.
I can't do a good
pistol squat with my right leg.
I can't bench 250.
I can't sleep
responsibly.
I can't compose
music.
I can't get myself
to stop eating crap.
I can't talk to my
roommate.
I can't stop hating
big jocks.
I can't get my
priorities straight.
I can't do those
awkward passing "hi" things to people you know but don't really
know...you know?
I can't seem to find
the energy anymore to be social.
I can't get over my
stupid prejudices with people. Not racial, just personal.
I can't run a mile
under 5 minutes.
I can't get my arms
to bulk up. No matter how much I work out.
I can't stop saying
or thinking "your mom" at any remotely applicable audible phrase.
I can't go back in
time.
I can't hear things
sometimes. Really, it's a diagnosed problem.
I can't remember
peoples' names.
I can't stop loving
my niece. Even though I haven't seen her since Christmas.
I can't stop judging
people.
I can't get good
grades in my online statistics homework. Seriously, I want to shoot the idiot
who rounded those answers wrong.
I can't respect
someone simply because they're in a position of authority over me.
I can't stop giving
in when I should stand tall.
I can't be a man
whenever I actually need to be.
I can't pay
attention in accounting.
I can't stand it
when my room's messy.
I can't do something
well without getting insanely focused on it. And usually getting made fun of
from my intensity.
I can't stand it
when people get bullied. And how I've become numb to that fact.
I can't do something
I should if I don't want to.
I can't trust God.
I can't understand
why writing helps. But it does.