Some days are bleak and black. Without hope and often reason.
Some days I yell and scream.
I don't like those days. No one does.
Some days I want to curl up in a ball and forget it all.
I don't like those days much either. No one else sees them though.
Some days I want to cry.
I don't though. I worry I may never stop. No one sees these days either.
Most days are not like these.
Most days are filled with love and laughter.
Most days I wonder how I ever got so lucky - you know, having it all.
Most days I don't want to be anyone else.
Most days I just love being me.
Today is not one of those days.
Today I want to be anyone but me.
Today I want anyone to come and be me. To let me escape.
Today I just want to get away from it all.
Tomorrow brings with it a brand new day.