Accidental Birthday

Thursday's child has far to go ,
or at least that's what I've always been told.
If that is the case ,
why is it success that I  chase
yet never known victory or it's sweet taste ?
The salty , bitterness  of misery and woe 
is what fills my days .

Pretty and graceful
just doesn't describe me at all .
My looks were okay until ,
the day in ballet ,
when I took that terrible fall .
Monday and Tuesday please go away
I know I was not meant for you .

Loving and giving ,
come now, who are we kidding ?
Selfish and hate filled
that's the life I'm living !
Hard work is a bore ,
I find it such a chore .
Friday and Saturday
Go on , head out the door .

Attractive, joyful ,blessed and carefree ,
all synonyms for bonny, blithe good and gay ,
each respectively .
So , what this tells me , is
I was never made for Sunday.

It seems to me ,
a mistake was made ,
when handing out my fate .
Perhaps my birth
was meant for Wednesday
and Mom just went past her due date ?