PMS

Every month I question yourself

Is it time for a haircut?
My hair is ugly and limp
Is my teenage acne coming back?
This is the second pimple 
I've popped this week 
 Am I turning into an unsocial bitch?
This is the third time
That I yelled at someone today
 Am I bottling up my feelings
And turning into a cry baby?
This is the fourth night in a row
that I cried into my pillow
I polished off five doughnuts today
Have I lost all control over my hunger?

 Am I wasting away into laziness
I slept twelve hours straight
Is my life utterly meaningless?
Everything seems
such a big waste

And then suddenly comes the blood
whooosh

And I recognize myself in the mirror again