Some Days
Some days, I feel so incompetent.
Like a flower being plucked, or uprooted perhaps from where it belongs.
Some days, I feel so lost among my mistakes;
the wrong things I’ve said in an argument with my mother.
Somedays, I feel like I am cold because I am drenched in all the tears I’ve caused.
Some days, I wonder if I’m just an imposter and that nothing really exists.
Some days, it gets tough to comprehend why I have been put amid so many kind beings,
so many wonderful opportunities.
Most days, I feel like I have no control over anything and that everything was pre-planned,
everything that is happening in my life, it’s not because of my karma.
Honestly, I wish there was an optimistic second part to this but not today.
Today, I just feel incompetent.
