Some days

Some days,
It's just not your day,
To be the one who hurts.
Instead you wrap it in misery,
Box it in sympathy,
And put it on a shelf,
In the corner of your mind,
So you can tend the wounds of others,
And shoulder others' pain,
Because it's just not your day,
To be the one who hurts.
Maybe, after some chunk of forever,
Off in some corner of never,
It will be your day, but,
Some days,
It's just not your day,
To be the one who hurts.