you're never starving

It's almost as if my happiness has mood swings

At times I feel so fortunate for the things I have

And then there are those low points

Where everything seems to be a vicious cycle

The good days are filled with a share of self-confidence

The bad days consist of cries in front of my bedroom mirror

And it's those days where I feel most selfish

And throughout my life

I've grown up to respectively admit to my bad habbits

And it's not that I want to get up and never have a bad day again

Because I know they're bound to come

I just wish the good points stayed longer

As I look back I can chronologically repeat every detail of that bad day

But if you ask me about that simple good day

And I remember is feeling -happy

For once..for one small second I can remember it was all okay

And I was content

I didn't want to change anything

I understand now that it's not that I'm unhappy

It's that I want to change everthing

And when I wake up, look into that mirror and think it's going to be another bad day

I'll just have to take a deep breathe and tell myself that I can't chnage everything

It's humanly impossible

And the truth is I know it

Becasue I tried

And it drained me half to death

Smile-- for no reason

And you'll find that you won't be making so many frequent visits to your psychologist