Just One of Those Days

"This is the worst day of my life,"
she says casually
as she has a million plus times before.
She slams the door to her room,
blocking the outside world,
the chaos,
and her parents.


Everything is always going wrong
and there's nothing she can do.
"Leave me alone!"
she yells,
not really talking to anyone particular.
She draws in a deep breath.
She inhales her troubles,
her sorrows, her secrets.


She exhales nothing-
all of her feelings stay locked inside.
She keeps them close until they consume
her soul slowly- bit by bit.
Her angry music blast loudly,
heard down the street.
But she doesn't care.


She is only concerned with her troubles,
and she can't seem to get them out of her mind.
They stay there eating away her other thoughts.
Jumping onto her bed and burying her head
into her covers as deep as they can go,
she looks back on her day, sighs,
and gets ready for tomorrow.