How My Day Will Go

A poem about insecurity, loneliness, self-image, and isolation. Please give feedback!

How my day will go

There is an endless sense of agitation
In each morning
The sun will seep through my eyelids
I will flicker away in gnawing unease
The sun is not so beautiful to me
As it is to you
The sun is a persistent presence
I find solace in the moon
Tomorrow is another day
A ringing in my ear– people,
Once I step foot outside
Cursed people who know no art!
But I do, it’s true that I do
I go away from the crowds,
Tomorrow is another day
I will sneer at anything ugly,
Anything ugly is no art
Flies will linger over my food
I will swat at them helplessly
I want to see them no more!
I shove the food away desperately
The flies will follow,
And I will leave from there
Tomorrow is another day
My heart will overload with warmth
And I will sigh it all out
It’s all a result of my art
I smile at my hands
These hands which write, draw and play music,
Are brilliant!
There is nobody here to share it with
An artist should be in solitude to perform, anyway
Tomorrow is another day
When my art is shared
It is forgotten
Who’s to blame?
My language, not being expressive enough
The reader, having no reading comprehension
Me, being uninteresting.
I will cry either way
Tomorrow is another day