Poem

Cranky, anxiety, and irate disgust I am feeling

This is every last month I am suffering.

Red stains colognes in dark damp range

I am now the creature neglected and unheeded.

Inviting every months for the reason

I am not permissible and the pain is intolerable.

I wish them not to come again

Exhausted I feel and almost drained.

Nevertheless at a time I bet to raise and race

Gracefully within to welcome you always.

Crushing and forbearing all the vain

Since I can feel rightly you come up with hope and rain.

Periods sucks but Rocks