JUST ONE OF THOSE DAYS:
© 1996 by Lydia Glider-Shelley
Anger SEETHES
My passion BREATHES
But you don’t seem to understand
Suffocating in the open air
Never finding my stride – it’s not a matter of pride
And I know that life’s not FAIR
You can’t QUELL
My rebel YELL
And even if you could you shouldn’t
Want to be a part of that
If you know what I mean
I’m somewhere in between
A PRINCESS and a BRAT
You might think you could but you wouldn’t
I’m so full of rage I wanna SCREAM
Break the dishes and the windows
Then declare it all a DREAM
Just like the t.v. writers do
And it’s not about you or me
Or ANYONE or even ANYTHING
It’s just ONE OF THOSE DAYS!