Bad Days Poem by sawyer sack
Bad Days
I walk out of school
Wishing that i didn't act like such a fool
Holding a poem in my hand
Hoping I was standing on different land.
I go to the park
I dropped my poem to leave my mark
Now I am staring at a tree
thinking about me.
I think how everyone has bad days
And everyone has a different way
To get though the pain
Mine is thinking about that old contry lane.
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