Its been a bad day, in a bad week, in a bad year and I have that feeling
That feeling that says hit him
That feeling that creeps up on your eyes
A pinkish reddish haze
A taunting voice in your ear
Honey sweet like decay
Rip that one apart
Pick the weak spots
and shatter that kid
push her
with words
barbed and toxic
not fatal but painful
painful but not numbing
growing
like an infection
like plague
And then that other feeling
equal parts heart wrenching guilt
and confusion
That makes you want to say I'm sorry
I just had a bad day
But then makes you dig deeper
make the words sharper
and get angrier
because you had a bad day
and misery loves company