Under Their Disapproving Eyes

Under Their Disapproving Eyes
 
As I go about my daily life I am always in trouble
And every time I make a mistake
They swarm like bees around a honeypot
Any suspicion is seized upon; interrogation begins
And any chance of success is snuffed out.
 
Every fault is reported and
Every perceived failure is magnified
Or highlighted or made a fuss of
And when criticisms start or
Interrogations begin
I wish they would all just back off.

But these verbal transactions
Keep coming my way
And though very many years pass,
Dr Penfield did show
These thoughts are just buried;
Their influence will not go.
 
It’s hard to succeed when they
Expect you to fail
And seem to will that outcome on
And any hope of conquering
When they give you low self- esteem
Seems now to be so very long gone