A Good Day Disguised

On a bad day, on a really bad day

You may wish that it had never happened.

You may lament, you may regret.

"I wish this day had never happened;

I wish I hadn't said that."

Speaking in anger

Told him what you really think, not caring how much it would hurt him.

Messing up your friends' day, when you told him and her you were having a bad day

Bringing them down with you, the ones you told of your pain.

A horrible spiral of bad that wouldn't seem to end.

Also, pretending the world would end, if not just for fun.

Trying to cheer yourself up

Sending love her way.

Pretending you didn't mean what you said

When freed of the fear of caring what she thought

When really you meant it in every case.

At some points that day, it felt the sky was falling and things seemed grim,

But then you think of some good things that happened that day

Reconciliations long time coming

The emotions expressed at the end of the world.

Being wild and unruly is never a bad thing.

The laughs you had on the day you wish never happened

Would disappear, too, if those tears were gone.

You gave in to anger, and not a little, too,

But persevered and banished its influence.

Time it seems has healed the wound a bit

And morning brings the wisdom that even bad days can be good ones.