That Thing Binds My Abilities


It does not allow me to take an initiative.
It changes my motive.
When I am happy, it makes me suspicious.
It does not believe the things which are conspicuous.
It quivers my body.
It takes my attention away from melody.

It makes me feel blue
Without any clue.
It confines my boldness.
It makes me realize my loneliness.
It does not let me grow.
It makes me unable to steal the show.
It forces me to think that I am no use to man or beast.
On its influence I have become a pessimist.