I hate PMS

I would like to write a poem called "I hate PMS."

I

hate

P.
M.
S.


(I am weepy, horney, lonely, anxious, and lovesick for someone that doesn't exist. Oh, and my face is broken out even more than usual. How do you deal with emotions that you know will go away when your body just starts f*cking bleeding? Stupid hormones. )