Somedays I cry myself to sleep,
and the rest I nap like a baby
Somedays I run away when judged,
and the rest I smile at them maybe
Some days no filters can make me look good,
and the rest I’m enough as I am
Somedays I starve myself for weight,
and the rest I eat as much as I can
Somedays self love looks like a party,
and the rest just a book waiting to be read
Somedays Pizzas make me the happiest,
and the rest it’s just bread
Somedays I drown myself in sorrows,
and the rest I swim in champagne
Somedays I shower tears in the shower,
and the rest I dance in the rain
Somedays my smile is plastic and a facade,
and the rest it’s shining in my eyes
Somedays I count my worries infinite,
and the rest the clouds in my skies
Somedays I shout when at the table,
and the rest I sit back all quiet
Somedays I’m darkness of nights,
and the rest I shine so bright
Somedays I’m the brown leaves of fall,
and the rest I bloom and grow
Somedays I’m a wreck as I am,
and the rest a fucking glam show
Somedays I’m an artist all noob,
and the rest I’m heavenly art
Somedays I do my best to survive,
and the rest I don’t even start
Somedays the world seems to fall apart,
and the rest I hug it together
Somedays I feel worse than it all,
and the rest I feel so much better

Girish Gupta