Week

Morning Dreading the days of a Monday Why is my glass made of plastic Wondering when I will give in Tuesday Hating myself on a Tuesday Why should I give into your lies I'm in contempt of your pain now This is my day You can decide When the week is over I can now sigh Wednesday Over it all on a Wednesday Maybe I'm asking for too much Maybe I'm not even thinking Thursday Killing my thoughts on a Thursday Why is there no one around me But can I be so pessimistic This is my day You can decide When the week is over I can now sigh Friday Kissing the lips of a Friday Softly and smoothly and gently Optimism has now entered Entered