Time of the month.
Wished I was a man,
So tough and nonchalant.
A thought,
so fleeting- like a lightning.
In one second, out the next.
But as it strikes,
the damage has been done.
Wished I was better.
More pretty or just confident.
Smarter or just wiser.
Hard to feel satisfied with myself.
Bloody week. (pun)
So I pull myself up.
Together.
Shrug the negatives off.
I'm not perfect.
Only human.
As human as one can be.
It's okay not to be okay..
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