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Bad Day by DeAndre Bright

The sky is grey with rain.
You feel a kind of strain.
The mind is getting narrow-sighted.
Anger can easily be misguided.
The usual outlet is to scorn.
The family we have known since we were born.
Everything seems wrong,
but we must stay strong.
It is easy to get lost in blindness.
Anger can always be conquered through kindness.
Before a correction comes a mistake.
Some habits we must shake.
That feeling will dissipate.
In time you will rejuvenate,
with loved ones once more.
Everyday does not have to be a chore.
It is natural to be mad,
but emotions should not decide whether our days are good or bad.