Bad Days

I often feel like this
Something under glass
on someone's shelf
Pastel wallpaper behind me
On display I am for
the wrong people to see

I wouldn't mind so much if it
weren't for the gross misrepresentation
of myself
I don't always look so bad
Hair a mess, eyes bulging,
teeth sharpened
Frozen in a scream

If you were to see me on
my better days you'd
like me more
I'm actually put together at times
Hair combed and not so frantic

They caught me on an unfortunate day
when the traffic drove me crazy,
my check bounced and the
twins wouldn't stop crying

I look like a sick mermaid but
only on the days I need
professional help