There are days when I feel
like a soldier's wife
just receiving the news
that he's alive.
Then there are days
when I feel like a cold,
serial killing psychopath.
There are times when I cry
for no reason,
and times when I laugh
out of season;
Some days when I love it all,
then when I just want
to end the call.
One minute I feel
hollow and empty,
the next I'm bubbling
with warmth plenty
Hours when I'm plain misunderstood and then moments when
I just want to be rude.
Parts of the day
when I brave the storm
and then those
when I burst like a bomb.
Times when I want to love,
and be loved and times when
I just want to be left untouched.
Some days I pine for fictional romance and sometimes for just a tiny chance
~to stand above the patriarchy.
My phases come and go
like that of the moon,
mine is more uncertain.
Everytime they arrive,
I'm a little more doomed
and I just can't recognise myself
anymore.
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A/N: Mood swings are terrible, now aren't they?
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