Blood

It doesn't matter.
Every Month
Feels the same physically
Emotions vary

one month I'm happy
Too happy. I explode with thrilling smiles

Another I cry. Shed tears like hairs everyday
When I see an old man buy an iPod for his wife.

A month later I'm yelling at you
For eating too loudly
you don't want to be around me
I'm lousy

Then again 30 days pass
I have no energy
And you could be getting married
And my mom could die.
I wouldn't care until 7 days later.

The blood stops and I am back to normal.

I would rather have a penis.