_This is a poem describing how it feels to deal with the condition PMDD (Premenstrual Dysphoric Disorder.) It's basically PMS but on steroids. Enjoy. _

Finally the cycle ends.

I am back to normal

For now.

I can rest.

But a week passes,

Then I'm back

To the dreaded thoughts

The feelings,

Inescapable,

Impossible to control.

I search

For someone else

Who understands.

Understands how I feel,

Doesn't tell me I'm crazy.

I don't mean to be this way.

I'm sorry for being so

Turbulent.

So emotional.

So unstable.

I can't control it.

Then sit in my room at night,

Spiraling,

Being crushed

Under the weight of uncertainty.

It's exhausting.

I'm so tired so tired so tired.

Then suddenly

I see a light at the end of the tunnel.

Still emotional,

But not all day.

It lessens day by day,

Until my period starts.

Then I'm back to normal.

For now.

Finally the cycle ends.

I will rest.

Until a week passes.