Some days I wish I could be better.
Some days I have strange wins. A win is a win, no matter how oddly it comes, so I will take it.
Some days I wish I wouldn’t say stupid things and could keep my mouth shut.
Some days I wonder what I’m doing, living, why am I still here?
Some days I’ve learned that I’ve helped someone, that my presence mattered.
Some days I’ve made someone smile or lightened their load.
Some days I’ve frustrated someone. Maybe they even hate me.
Some days I even cry.
Some days I ask why.
Some days, well, I wonder why they must be like every other stupid day.
Each day, I never know what kind of some day it will become.
Every day I have to try. Today, I might just be better.