While certain days I do so well,
Other days are shot to hell.
Some days I just want to rebel,
Although my anger, no one can tell,
No one will even know I fell.
Some days I feel just, oh, so swell,
Occasionally I’ve felt like a peon!

Unruly perspectives of me,
Is when I feel remorse and negativity.
Thank god for improvements letting me see,
And only toppling occasionally.
Though changes were never instantaneous.
At times, my electrons producing electricity,
Condense needing nothing to lean on.

I search for innovations so I can be kind,
At times I am left in an unsuccessful bind
Leaving me jealous, sightless and blind.
Unintentionally embedding what you find,
Insecurities and pain found inside the mind.
Though days in black and white will not rewind,
Tis those days I am the only one in neon.
 
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