My confidence comes around

Every now and then

Like a deadbeat father

I might look up and it's gone with no warning

It's so sudden It's hard to be prepared

Going from the top rope to the mat

From the court to the bench

Being in control one moment and spiraling the next

Some days I feel like I'm the best

Some days I feel like I'm the worse

I'm playing dual roles like Eddie Murphy

The only difference is this isn't funny

Why does the sun always seem to move

Yet the darkness takes a seat and gets comfortable