PMS

So I'm in the days of bloat when I tend to float,

to my private land covered in sand.

Trying to hold on to sanity because these mood swings tend to be

quite uncontrollable at times, thus the reason I rhyme.

An outlet when I'm inland and can't yet get away,

an inset expressed outward through witty word play.

Sarcasm makes it easier to cope with the highs and lows,

A "whatever" or "that's fine" helps keeps my mood mellow.

but of course there are those times that I'm feening for that guy I love so much,

just to be held or just to be kissed because nothing soothes me like his touch.

But there again, there are those days where I just want to be alone,

so please don't take it personal when I do not answer my phone.

Indecisive, I know.

But I promise this monthly flow

only lasts for a little while,

So I'll still carry it with a smile.