It's been one of those days
that I just can't explain
unbreakable sorrow
ignited with pain
The shadows around me
are no longer sleeping
they dance and they speak of
the secret they're keeping
My smile has held it
so long that I'm jaded
fumbling for words that
have worn, torn, and faded
This something is nothing
so why does it thrive?
Perhaps it's my terror
that keeps it alive

EDIT: My apologies guys, haha my day wasn't half as horrible as I made it sound!