Days Poem by Jessie Peter

Its one of those days when no one calls,
and i think i have all the flaws.
When friends are busy,
and i sound fussy.
I say i want to be alone,
and by indifference i'm blown.

Its one of those days when i'm smart as i could be,
i look at you and see me.
I realise what i was and what i ought to be,
i know what i'll never be.
Content with what i know,
i drift along the flow.
I dont want life to get coarse,
because i was the one to change course.

Its one of those days when i'm filled with joy,
not because of a boy or a toy.
Joy comes from an unseen place,
at a familiar, calming pace.
The more i share, the more i bear,
in God's sight the better i fare.

Its one of those days when i reside with anger,
because i couldnt control it any longer.
T'was time to unleash the beast,
and teach the guiltless to stop the feast.