Worry

I worry about things that I probably shouldn’t,

About things that other people probably wouldn’t.

About money even though I’ve got quite a good job,

About what sounds more professional, Robert or Rob.

I panic about parties and what I should wear,

The worry about my manliness as I really shouldn’t care.

I worry that hair gel will highlight my bald spot,

That I will never be satisfied with what I have got.

I worry that I’ll continue to strive and to fail,

An automaton reaching for that mythical grail.

But most of all I worry that I’m not good enough,

That I’ll do something stupid and hurt the people I love.

That they’ll look at me and on closer inspection

Will find me wanting and then hand me a rejection,

And I know that it’s just insecurity,

That it’s fear of being lost to obscurity.

That worrying is just like a rocking chair,

It passes the time but I’m getting nowhere.