by Jenni Marie   May 24, 2007

Complaining about everything
Sitting silently in sorrow
Hoping and praying
For a better day tomorrow.

Curled up on my bed
Pitiful thoughts roam
Who are you to say
All I ever do is moan?

If you knew what it felt like
To have to endure this pain
You wouldn't get so offended
When I angrily call your name.

Don't try and turn around my mood
Don't try and make me get dressed
You'd understand why I act this way
If you had to suffer PMS


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  • 7 years ago

    by rosey

    I don't know who you are but I love you for writing this poem. It is soooooooooo true!

  • 13 years ago

    by Wallace

    Lol, nice, i liked it.

  • 13 years ago

    by Liz

    OMG i SO agree!!!!

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  • 13 years ago

    by rita

    Exerlent poem loved it

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