PMS

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