some days...

some days,
to the world,
i feel like
the fake drawers on the bathroom cabinets
or the false pockets
on a suit's vest;
a reasonable addition
that looks like it belongs,
but what possible purpose
will i ever serve?

some days,
to the world,
i feel like 
a thunderstorm with too little thunder
and too much rain
and no fathomable idea
what to do with all the lightning
growing inside me.

some days,
to the world,
i feel like 
a book with no cover and a title page
that it torn;
i am filled with words
but only those that care to read
will ever understand
what i am about.