There isn’t my best.

There isn’t my best
there is just a portion that tries
a part that keeps doing things
keeps waking in the morning
keeps forcing me to sleep
keeps forcing me to eat
there isn’t my best
just a portion that tries.

A portion that combines words
hit up against the other portion
that hates structure
that hates authority
that hates any
that tells me how
and the part that listens
stumbling on the grammar
the other part
that tells me not to fix it
that tells me
the authority is shit
their rules are worthless now.

There isn’t my best
there are only parts of me
fighting
telling me to be nice
to be kind
to speak politely
and the other part
that asks
who decides what is nice
how can you be right
when there are voices
in every direction
how can you be your best
when opinions aren’t based within facts?

Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina