The start of a day, one that never gets better

Things go on that would make allow your to be tattered

Why must it be another one of those days

The one where you feel trapped and exploited in lots of ways

Used and abused,

Taken for granted and in a possible self constructed noose.

Looking for an excuse but having nothing to give forth

Inside though, you know your own worth

Dreaded days are made like this

It is something you will wish you had missed

Possibilities will come forth as the day progresses on

But often you must find those all on your own.

Dreaded like the apocalypse

Forever looking for this to eclipse

Nothing left to see, nothing left to fear

Facing this day, one that never gets better,despite all the rest of the year.

Thank you for reading 🙂