You've had a day,
and bad day it was.
But can you compensate
for another's day's loss?
You may have felt
that you lost the opportunity
but another may have
felt complete disunity.
You may have cried
over something you couldn't keep,
while another hid their tears
over something buried deep.
You may have cursed
the cards that you were dealt,
while another wished
they could feel what you felt.
You call it a disaster,
a world that's turned unkind,
but someone else's battlefield
may be harder to find.
So tell me, how bad is bad?
Is it the pain that you can see?
Or the silent weight
that someone carries secretly?
For what breaks one person
may barely leave a scar,
and what seems small to you
may be another's hardest war.
And perhaps that's the point:
Don't measure pain by what is shown.
You never know how much
another soul has borne.
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