I snapped at the mother
I fought with the husband
I thought how very unfair life was to me
It handed me an empty glass
And expected me to perceive it as full
I had the most difficult kids in the world
The future for me is bleak
I was allowed to try
I was allowed to work day-and-night
But I wasn’t going to succeed
What was the point of living?
What was the point of anything in this world?
I was handed the wrong life
I did not want it anymore.
Ever month, this monster visits me
It messes my mind, it makes my body ache
Cramps and moods,
I frown and frown
And when the next day arrives
The world is a beautiful place again.