days so hard

Somedays are hard, very hard,
and then I sometimes wonder if it's my fault
Do I make them hard?
Or do I create a picture in my mind
Is it because of me that every desk is in my way,
that every spoon I pick up ends up on the floor (more than once)
that every sentence I say is in the wrong kind of way.

I wonder -
Is it just me?  Or
do other people have days like that,
days they wish they never got out of bed,
days they hope to quickly forget
everything and everyone that had gone wrong.

Maybe it's me, maybe I just need a wake-up call
or someone to be by my side every second
someone to catch the spoon before it fell,
to move the desk before it hit my knee,
to watch my mouth so I couldn't hurt anyone with what I said -
or didn't say.

No, I guess it would be crazy
to have to depend on someone else like that.

So at the end of a day so menacing
I try to think ahead;
tomorrow won't be that bad,
tomorrow will be great
tomorrow, tomorrow will be my wings....