a poem on being

today I am cruel, unfair, stubborn my mirror seems dissatisfied. not even the yellow tulips could simmer myself down. today I am distant one minute close, the next bleak shuffling through the room's temperature, another confusing winter. today I am sure of myself and of everyone around me. as I try to suffocate them with my needs I remember to blame the after hours. today I am everything and nothing. as I peel myself off of bed, the sun light brushes my hair I know I can be forgiven.