Sometimes, I can wake up, and actually feel good about myself.
And if I'm lucky and it's a busy day, I can live without a sense of self-loathing.
But at night, when I'm not tired yet, theres no escape from the tears.

Sometimes, I can go weeks without shutting people out.
And if I talk to good people I can forget how evil humans are.
But when people try to hurt me, I have to shrink away to protect myself.

Sometimes, I can learn to love life, and smile.
And if I act out of compassion, I can make a difference.
But the smallest thing  can send me over the edge into a hatred for life.