There Are Days

There are days...

Where getting out of bed feels like carrying boulders over a mountain,

Where showering feels just like drowning,

Where brushing your teeth feels like terrorizing your own smile,

Where drawing on your eyebrows and painting mascara on feels like a waste of time,

Where changing out of your pajamas and changing into your every day clothes feels like shedding your skin over and over again,

Where knowing your parents will worry if you don't smile and tell them goodbye and that you love them,

So you lift your eyes and lips up like lifting weights,

Like you're a 4 year old trying to bench 180.

There are days where you know your friends will be awaiting your ecstatic, brilliant face that you always homed,

And they can see right through every messy eyebrow and clumpy lash and strand of wet hair and mismatched piece of clothing and every semi-yellow tooth.

There are days where everything feels wrong,

Like everything is meant to be bad,

Just this once.

There are days that you allow the world to take advantage of your sunflower-spirit,

And your gloomy, moonlit, tear-stained cheeks glow radiantly.

You never preferred night time because of the loneliness you felt.

But there are days...

Where you wake up energized, stretching like your family cat in a patch of sun on the carpet,

There are days where showering feels like a cascading waterfall is kissing every inch of your skin,

Where your teeth finally resemble every pearl necklace you've ever seen in movies.

Where your eyebrows come out on fleek and your mascara is clump free.

Where getting dressed feels freeing and beautiful,

Where sitting down with your family for breakfast was the warmest you've ever felt,

Where coming to school felt like a whole new adventure as every friends' smile sent you on a whole new journey.

There are bad days.

They are natural.

But the bad days are not forever, they are only for a moment.