Sometimes I don't know

Some days I just don't know..
I don't know how I do what I do.
I don't know if I'll be able to do it all over again tomorrow.
I don't always have the answers to my own questions, let alone to others'.
I'm unsure of what I need to say to make it all better.
Will it ever get better?
Do miracles really happen?
Am I doing what I'm supposed to be doing?
I just don't know.

Unsure of how I feel and why I feel that way.
Unsure of myself most days, but I wing it.
Am I allowed to be tired?
Or tired of being in pain every day?
Or maybe even to be upset when things can clearly be worse?
I just don't know.

I'm thankful, blessed and annoyed.
I shouldn't be complaining, I tell myself.
I shouldn't be a lot of things, but here I am, killing it.
Is it ok that I don't know?