Of the many faults of mine overthinking is one
I often go in rambling mode never quite done
I think I must stop for a breather and learn to let go
I think I must cut the pace off life and learn to go slow
Of the many faults of mine being perfectionist is another
I stress myself in OCD mode and expect it from the other
I think I must realize God made us this way and that’s it
He never wanted us to be perfect only honest and authentic
Of the many faults of mine I can at times be judgmental
I cannot stand inanity my predisposed mode is instrumental
I think I must go easy on people who fill up this wide earth
The law of averages balances it of goodness there is no dearth
Of the many faults of mine a sharp temper is one for sure
I tend to lose it effortlessly and can’t seem to find a cure
I think I must practice patience and unflappability
I think it would be welcome to cultivate such ability
Of the many faults of mine a serious disposition is there
I can’t make small talk easily for trivial conversations I have no flair
I think I must try to pick up language and emotion of a regular
I think to the outside world my demeanor must be peculiar
Of the many faults of mine softness in the head accompanies heart
I can get bamboozled by emotional outpours which upset my cart
I think I must at least make one sincere effort to steel myself
Naivety in a world exacting only hurts answers don’t come off the shelf