By Veronica Rivera
Date: 21 April 1998

Bad Day

To day it hads been a bad day every
thing I do seems wrong, notthing 
I say sounds right.

As I walk I cant I cant stand the 
sight of people looking at me,
I hate the idea that I am having 
a bad day.

Every thing seems to bug me, not
even my friends could make me feel 
better,  

I am just having a bad day.