When it’s a bad day

She’s got bags under her eyes

And bags weighing her down

And she’s put the most effort into working a smile onto her face

 

Her heart is pounding with every step

Her hands are shaking

And every look her way

Feels like lasers burning holes in her

 

The demons in her head

Are laughing hysterically

Because everyone is looking

And she’s hoping they don’t see her eyes

 

Because then they’ll see her

In her natural, unaffected form

With eyes like a scared animal

and something squeezing her chest

 

When it’s a bad day

She puts her head down

Because dealing with people is so hard

When she can’t even deal with herself

 

Nobody pays her much mind

But it doesn’t matter

Because her demons are singing

And taking her breath away

 

When it’s a bad day

She retreats into herself

Because talking is like performing

Standing on stage in the spotlight at Carnegie Hall

 

She wants to tell her friends

She isn’t ignoring them on purpose

But even that

Is a monumental task

 

She struggles to stay positive

But she can’t feel her face

And her hands are tingling

And her heart is running a marathon

 

When it’s a bad day

She wants to ask for help

But the words don’t come out

They stick in her throat like glue

 

Because what is she even supposed to say

When she’s plagued by a disease

That nobody can see, and all they ever say is

“You’e just having a bad day”