You don't understand
How my hormones are in control right now
How i'm not really this rude or this sad
My reproductive system is squeezing out my type B- blood
I'm not trying to be mean
I just snapped
I didn't mean to almost slap you
I got too much adrenaline
But don't worry
In 6 days
I'll be back
Wait for PMS to leave
I'll come again
YOU ARE READING
Believe
PoetryThis is the tale of emotions gone rogue. They stole a depressing '69 Mini Cooper Country Man. Denial is driving. Anger is smoking a cigarette in the passenger seat. Identity is nowhere to be found. The red flags are in the trunk. Okay, not seriously...
