I Should Know

I fell.

I’m sorry.

I’ve always been the clumsy type.

I don’t really know where I’m going half the time.

I should know these things, the ways I mean.

The streets, the avenues. The buildings.

I have to know these things. But the pavement still scathed my hands and knees.

I’m sorry.

I should’ve told you earlier,

You deserve to know these things.

After all, I am the one who knows this, not you.

You need to know, but at the same time,

I

Am

So

Scared

To

Tell

You.

I’ve always been the clumsy type.

Did I say that already?

I don’t really know where I’m going half the time.

I get lost in it all.

The music, the places, the people, the books.

I should stay away from the latter.

They’re dangerous, I hear.

They can deceive you, easily.

You see stuff written there and you think...

Man...I wish I had the brain or heart to

Understand.

I should know these things.

I should know that this is not going to go where I want it to.

I should know that what I’m holding inside is not important.

I should know the way.

I should know that is is a waste of time.

I should know that this shoudn’t be happening.

I should know myself.

I should know my body.

I should know how to control myself.

I should know what to do.

I should know who I am.

I should know.

I must know.

I

Should

Know.