by Allwin Bright

I don’t play guitar

I don’t write poetry

People say I walk weird

My singing sounds awful

I am a bad dancer even in my dreams


I knock myself out,

Walking into doorways and walls,

I am such a klutz.

I stutter on the phone,

I am such a nervous wreck.


Yes, I am jealous

Because you are amazingly gorgeous

And  I am just me….