I wish I was doing better.

Today was mentally draining
Due to the immense hard look I had at myself from time to time
In the hours that slowly ticked by
And I try with a comb, to make it all make sense
And I don't know if I'm just fading
But I know its all just a phase
I seem to repeat and sleep
Time after time
Seeing the woman I'm going to be on the other side

Numbers tick and lick through my mind
I try to tap into that crevice of compute, compute
Showering, wiping off with an orange towel

There are a lot of things about me
That I don't like about me right now
And it feels as if there is no real safe space
With the fingertip of my hand
To greater analyze and understand

Why do I feel in constant transition?