I didn’t ask for this upgrade

You used to be a faint shadow of pain,

visiting me just before the bloody battle,

every damn month.

I got used to the blood and the mess,

armed with chocolate and books.

Years went by, not many,

but enough to make me complacent.

I never paid any heed to what you were turning into,

a monster, that feeds on my emotions

turning me into a moody hermit,holed up in a blanket.

You consort with the devil in my mind,

cooking up plans to make me go insane.

Sleep is nowhere to be seen when you visit these days,

and chocolate is not enough.

The faint shadow of pain turned to a raging fire,

burning me everywhere, not the good kind, mind you.

The pills, tears, and the sleepless nights,

those dangerous thoughts and maniacal laughter

they go hand-in-hand with the present you.

You turned out to be a real pain in the abdomen.

You even tire my arms while typing this.

Damn you PMS!!!

I like the previous you much better, Thank you and go away!