I huff and I puff, a sign of despair.
Everything seems so unfair.
A bad day gets even worse,
I bite my lip, try not to curse.
I’ve had enough, today I’m done.
I want to hide or maybe run,
away from the day and all its stress.
I’ll come back tomorrow to reassess.
I close my eyes to forget my day,
but my thoughts don’t just fade away.
My head hurts, my brain aches.
I’m not sure how much more I can take.