Feeler

When I wake in the morn,
I put out the feeler,
Will I be the destructive force,
Or will I be the healer?

Sometimes I will address,
How I seem to care less and less,
Drinking the java and scaling the wall,
Not looking forward to the day at all

There are times I will confess,
I don't see myself as the best,
Gives me the cushion to break my fall,
Softer than the mortar and the wall

So when you see me out walking around,
You'll see me smiling and wearing a frown,
Not really knowing which way to go,
You might be the only one to know

When I wake in the morn,
I put out the feeler,
Will I be the destructive force,
Or will I be the healer?