poem: bad day

[mademoiselepoet]

maybe if i don't think about it
it'll all go away
yet all it does it pile up
i'm having a bad day
mind is just a racing
of awfully negative thoughts
there isn't anything to be done
it's tying me in knots
and all this rage is brewing
with no way to let it out
and as my frustration grows
i want to cry and shout
but rationally i hold it in
and keep it all inside
until i can get to my room
and have a place to hide
at which point, i'll be alone
and let the tears a flow
scratching out all my hate
for no one will ever know
until the red marks surface
i'll hide away my pain
and let it all just pile up
till i have a bad day again