Inconsistent
I’m blown away by my ability to feel
It rattles my core. It’s raw and real
But then there are days, without even trying
I’m numb on the inside. My empathy, dying
Often times, I’m clever, unparalleled wit
Then others, I’m blank, I simply forget
Unwillingly, it seems, I omit basic skills
Left sweating and fretting and spinning my wheels
I’m up or down. Either proud or ashamed
One day to the next, I’m never the same
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