My Tense Defense

I apologize for all of the poems of late, just in that kind of mood.

She said I seemed tense
I said I wasn't though
She pondered my defense
I wished it wasn't so.
He said I should relax
I said I was simply limp
His face denied those facts
I felt like such a simp.
They said I needed to chill
I said I'm cucumber cool
They could determine still
My denying made me a fool.
I wished my muscles pliable
I wished my brain to clear
But it seem my ol' reliables
Could not bring relief near.