Anxiety

It seems the question has been derived
Transposed into fantasy lyrics.
Let me give it a look
And let me tell you what I see.
Oh no.
You said yes.
Oh no.
I am lost.
Oh no.
I have been given a chance
To be relied on.
How do I do it?
How do I do something right?
Every other time
I have failed my master.
Not good enough-
Too slow-
Too fast-
Too sloppy-
Too neat.
How is it this new master has picked me?
To find the derivative of the beginning
Or to erase its complete existence.
It seems all I am is the word
Expect.
If I do forget,
Then again,
I'm not.
Oh no.
What should I do?