Sometimes you can't

Sometimes you just can't.

The hardest part is accepting it,

At least for me.

Accepting that you won't be able to

Carry every load

Be every version of yourself

Always be the best

Meet every expectation.

Sometimes

I can't

Be everything.

I hate it

But it's true.

Sometimes

My brain is too fried to transpose,

Or to figure out what E# is when it technically doesn't exist,

Or to hit that final note,

Or to match my brain with my fingers.

Sometimes

I can't do all the homework

Stress

Pain

Drama

Sometimes I have no balance.

It's all work

Or all play.

One thing

At a time.

Sometimes you just can't

And that's okay.

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