I despise Mondays.
On those days I feel like an outer race lying on my back to stargaze.
I hate Tuesdays.
On those days rage is the trending topic in my headspace.
I skip Wednesdays.
On those days my mind is tied up like a loosened shoelace.
On those days I hate everything. Even if itís my birthday.
I feel Fridays.
On those days I cut myself and spray the wounds with fright mace.
I recover on Saturdayís.
My family thinks I went out drinking again,
but in reality my body only lost fluids by then.
I treasure Sundays.
One day away from complete chaos and incomplete Mondays.