Bad Days
Bad days come and bad days go,
and on bad days your true colors do show.
They show your feelings bottled inside,
and all the pressure of swallowing your pride.
Bad days feel like they will never end,
even when you share your badest of days with a friend.
Still in all bad days a lesson is learned,
some bridges stand while others are burned.
Bad days come and bad days go,
so take your bad days and in them grow.
By: Angela Holcomb
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