Sometimes I wake up on the wrong side of the bed. You know that feeling? When you feel a smidges of sadness lobed everywhere. If only it works this way.. I would take a pin and probe around my body, picking out these little balls of gloom. 

If I could, I want to examine them under a microscope. Maybe they would give me an idea about why I'm feeling this way. 

Why sometimes I hate the people that I love so dearly.

Why i want to be a good or nice or better person, but that's denying the ugly part of me.. And when that part of me rears its ugly head... I find it so hard to come to terms with it. 

Today everywhere looks drab and grey.