Irony, Angst, and Umbrellas

I woke up this morning,
With a smile on my face.
But by the afternoon,
My smile was erased.
And I have to put up with this,
Every single day.
Someone tell me
Why it ended up this way.

Now I'm screaming and pulling,
Hair out of my head.
I'm kicking down doorways,
Taking out my dread.
But it still comes back to haunt me,
How much worse could this get?
I guess today's the day
That I'd rather be dead.

I'm tossing back my head,
And laughing hard as hell.
I tried to keep that smile,
But angst is just as well.
Irony just kills me,
More than you could tell.
Today I'm not crying,
Today I'm gonna yell.

So get out of my way
Before I have to tell ya,
I'm not in any mood
To explain to you what up.
All I see in front of me,
Are blue skies without a sun.
And all this rain around me
Comes from inside my umbrella.

Reviews

[R. Nella]

I read this initially because of the weird title. Good rhyming, and I like the use of informal language like "tell ya", and "what up" (what's?), which I think puts more emphasis on the feel of the whole piece.

[Kasey Jones]

Great rhythm and emotion in this poem. Great job!