P.M.S.
There's one week in a month,
when you wish everyone to hell.
Your head aches, your stomach cramps,
and your body begins to swell.
You jump on everybody,
for the stupidist little things,
but that's just the half...
of what your period brings...
Before it ever happens,
you leave your hair a mess.
You don't give a damn what you look like,
we call this P.M.S.
Your friends try to help,
but you're so hard to deal with...
Your teachers sometimes tell you,
that you're going down the wrong path.
When it's done and over,
you leap and jump for joy...
When it starts over again,
you wish you'd been born a boy!!!
Lindsey Ruth Goolsby
Copyright ©2007 Lindsey Ruth Goolsby
