Ummm..again.

I look up,
Expecting rain and shower,
All I see is the sun's daunting power.

I run fast,
Trying to catch up,
But fall and hurt myself,
On a road that needs mending and patch up.

I try to be good,
As I was told that it is the best thing to do,
But more than once,
Something crazy turns me black and blue.

I always try to help,
But hey, can you get me that book from the shelf?

I try to write,
Troubling quite a few electrons in doing so,
But what I say,
Never quite went said.

And I think I will write again, I live in this dread...