Not the best day
Not the best week
Better worlds exist-
How are they not mine?
Mine should be the best, by rights
It's the one I'll know most intimately
But then again
It's possible,
It's probable that everyone feels that it's all falling short
At least sometimes
Maybe it's that I'm stuck and still stuck
Maybe it isn't my friends' job to get me up
Maybe that's on me
Maybe they're throwing a rope into this pit
And I'm choosing to stay put

If I'm sure about anything
It's that I'm really not sure;
That things are uncertain
That once I start to assume something (good) about someone,
They break the pattern