You have a terrible day in your life.
One of those days which everyone seems to have, but nobody cares about.
In the morning, you see an old woman lying dead from a hit-&-run accident on the road,
You just don’t seem to be understood by your bus mates for your silence,
you get picked upon by all the professors who teach your class (I’m a college grad),
your discreditable Head of the Department (HoD) denies you your 8 days On-Duty (O.D) for your trip to Paris,
your friends want to have nothing to do with you in the evening too (at least on this day),
someone special falls ill,
you’re made to believe that it’s stupidity on your part to care for them,
but you do anyway,
you feel you’re smothering that person who really needs all the care & the rest in the world right now,
you’re afraid that you’ll drift apart,
you fear that you are going to lose them,
you have a knot in your stomach,
you fear that it will never unclench,
you feel time is what you can’t afford,
your best friends seem to be terribly caught up in their own world,
you have scratches on your right foot, from the pain of standing through a torrid day,
your mum and dad keep kicking you around to do things, to study,
your head starts to throb because of the pressure that gets to you, after 3 years of calm,
you feel let down, as everybody leads you to believe that you’re over-reacting,
you feel ashamed, when all you wanted to do, was to give,
you want to make up for what you did,
you never will know, if She understood,
you can’t understand why nobody understands,
you can’t forgive yourself to ease your own pain,
your music playlist seems to let you down for the first time,
your cup of coffee can’t cheer you up,
you’ve got exams looming large over the morrow’s horizon,
you feel claustrophobic when you feel the weight of portions that you must amass before your first exam day,
you can’t take a day off,
you toss and turn when you are in bed,
your brain seems to have a mind of its own,
you’re the man with emotion in him,
you’ve been that emotional way always,
you can’t decide whether that’s a good thing or a bad thing,
your emotions well up to point where they overflow and you moan into your pillow,
you wake every now and then to find you still have weird, disjointed thoughts,
you can’t sleep,
tomorrow doesn’t seem all that better now..
All the damn things that happened today, wonderful. (sarcasm intended)
Even through your horrific nightmare that seems to be never ending,
that this may be a cold, cold world,
that the voice which told you “Dude, get lost. I don’t want to talk to you, at all.”, seemed to be the most beautiful thing you’d heard all day,
that your special one does get well really soon, Godspeed,
that “Our song” shall once again be “Our song”,
that tomorrow will be a better day,
that This too shall pass,
and that Tuesday shall once again be the one normal day in your week..
