you told everyone you had a girl
tried to control every aspect of her world
but what if she didn't feel the same
what if she was they or he some days

somedays, she wants you to tell her she's pretty
even if you hate the way she looks
and somedays, he just wants to laugh with his mama
even if he hates the way he looks
somedays, they need to hear you say you love them
because they don't feel like you do
somedays you don't have a daughter
is that okay with you

you warned her of how boys were stupid
but told her she'd marry one someday
so what if she decided not to
what if she didn't feel the same

somedays, they dream of boys who'll kiss them
even though they hate themselves
and somedays, they dream of girls who'll hold them and want to be held
even though they're a little chubby
somedays, they want to have a partner regardless of what that partner wants to be called
somedays your child doesn't want anyone at all

is that okay with you
does it make you mad
if i weren't normal
would you understand
because this song is about me
it's about how i feel
it's about what i am
fluidity is real

somedays

Somedays I like
Drinking coffee with the rain
I like the hot sensation on my tongue
And to watch rain fall again and again

But somedays I wake up
Without anything to do at all
So I lay in bed, think of my purpose instead
And figure out why I am so small

It hurts to know
The days I spend in bed
Nobody will run for company
They put me to the back of their head

Maybe just once
Id wake up with a call or text
Just to remind myself
Maybe I couldn't be alone next

But somedays I wake up
Wishing my loneliness to disappear
But tomorrow I won't wake up
Because now my final date is clear

Tonight I will surrender
To myself I say, "it's for the best.
So somedays now I won't
Have to go back to rest."

Because this loneliness
Cannot be cured
It's inside my head
Never to be assured

Inside my mind
A single soul standing alone
My thoughts only staying around
But never to call my own

Somedays I don't wake up
Somedays I don't even rest
Because my loneliness will stand alone
It's really for the best

Somedays i wish to be an open book
Somedays i wish to be a jammed lock
Somedays i wish to have company
Somedays i wish to have peace and solitude

Somedays i wish to be someone else
Somedays i wish to be with someone else
Somedays i wish to be thin air
Somedays i wish to be the spotlight

Somedays i wish to be harmless
Somedays i wish to be happy

Somedays I write poems and somedays I sing songs. Somedays I feel bliss and somedays are too long. Somedays I exercise and somedays I smoke bongs. Somedays I feel myself and somedays I feel wrong.

*djm

Somedays
Im not strong enough
To carry on

Somedays
Im not brave enough
To ask for your help

Somedays
Im not open enough
To show how I really feel

Somedays
I dont care enough
For how I am

Somedays
I dont eat enough
Choosing starvation

Somedays*
I dont want life enough
To wanna continue

Somedays
I just feel empty inside
Screaming silently

Somedays
I question what
Im doing, if at all anything

Somedays
I question who
Im turning into and who I am

Somedays
I question where
I'm going to find the answers to the problems

Somedays
I question when
Im finally able to say I did something and am happy

Somedays
I question how
Im even getting out of bed in the morning

Somedays
I question why*
Im still alive

Somedays it feels like a night mare
Caught up in a dream where I'm the only one awake
Somedays it feels like I'm running blind trapped in a changing maze
Somedays it feels like I'm a bird floating in the atmosphere
with a happy go lucky vibe, just going with the wind
Somedays It feels like I'm the sun
My head is held up high and my soul is shining bright
Somedays are great
Somedays are vague
But everyday I'm here living
© Sonia Ettyang

Somedays you can't get rid of a bomb
Somedays you wanna know what's going on
Innocent blood spilled in the sand
of a far off eaten land

Somedays you win
Somedays you lose
Somedays you think am I really going to make the news?
found dead in the street, robbed or beat
is that what is my due?

Somedays you wonder
can life be once again simple
because now it's as difficult is picking off a pimple
or can I find the answer, in my girl's sweet dimples
because when she smiles it takes my breath away...
and I no longer worry about some days