It kinda ***** how
I'm sitting here writing a poem about how
I feel. And how
nothing ever seems right to me.

It kinda ***** how
my head is currently spinning in circles and how
my face feels tight from my dried tears.

It kinda ***** how
my inexplicable anger is taking over my body, how
it messes with my exams and social life and how
I push away the people I need the most.

It kinda ***** how
today is just never my day.

It's never my day.