Quirky

How am I doing? I'm really glad you asked One minute I'm a pocket full of sunshine Next I'm full of rage, followed by sad I'm by definition a walking contradiction I don't know what's up Or how it's going down Every time I try to smile It turns into a frown Some days I try to do right Those plans end up being left I really wish for some normalcy Before I lose my mind Oh yeah, I guess that would be easier If there was one left to find..