I’m convinced that I have two left feet

One longer than the other

I’m convinced that there are clear strings everywhere

Tripping me when I walk

I’m convinced that rocks and sticks move

Wherever I step so I can fall

I’m convinced that everybody watches me

When I faceplant on the ground

I’m convinced I’m known as the “clumsy one”

I see that myself

I’m convinced I am the only one

Who can trip every step

I’m convinced the stairs are different lengths

Making me stumble all over them

I’m convinced that trees are out to get me

Putting branches where I walk

I’m convinced the ground is always slippery

The mud is there, I swear

I’m convinced that the glass door was open

The glass was not there when I checked

I’m convinced I’m not the only one

Who giggles when they trip

I’m convinced everyone falls

At least a little bit