This is not fair
The way you hitch yourself to my emotions.
I am not being ungrateful, you know.
But you become the portal to my emotional centre.
We should feel powerful, you and me
Being the vessel that contains “Shakti”,
Instead you send me to hormone hell.
I feel depressed for no reason.
And cry an ocean over nothing.
I feel that my hair is extra greasy
And I will those pimples to break through
I can’t find things which should be there
Then I find things which shouldn’t have been there.
When you start shedding tears of blood,
For a child that was not given
You gnaw my innards
And pin needles through my brain,
With stomach cramps and migraine.
My moods brachiate and vacillate
Until your tears are cried out and drained.
Then we pirouette back to sanity lane
Till we do the same dance again.