When the dusky husky twilight descends,
I think of who I am.

Each night my opinion changes,

Sometimes I'm a shiny white suit,
Elegance.

Often though,
I'm a lumpy sack of coal,
A big burden,
Such a terrible person/thing.

But I think for now I've decided,
I'm okay.
Nothing special,
A warm summer day,
Something normal,
You treasure anyways.