An Ode to PMS
“You’re a shitty human”
Say the voices in my head
They often make me wonder
If I’d be better dead
Men don’t understand
And neither do the boys
They sigh and roll their eyes
And then return to all their toys
They’ll never understand
The monthly torment that I feel
The anger and depression
How nothing feels for real
“Wow, you really screwed that up!”
“You’ll never have real friends.”
“They all find you annoying.”
“You’ll never make amends.”
They mutter and they scream at me
From when I wake til bed
So often I just want some peace
From voices in my head
Supplements and therapy
Have helped just now and then
But mostly I just stagger on
In search of something Zen
I wonder how long will this last?
How long until the change?
How long ’til I stop feeling like
They all think I am strange?
But then I can’t help wondering
If what I’ll really see
Is not that it was PMS
But really it’s just me