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.