hormones

Congratulations you have succeeded in making me feel like shit.

My Mum always tells me no one can make you feel anything, only you hold that power.
But I don't wanna admit to letting you hurt me.


It was only a few words, they weren't actually mean.
But they weren't nice.

It could just be those monthly hormones.

But I don't wanna admit I let my hormones hurt me.

No matter whose fault it is, mine, I am hurting and I feel alone. 

I stood out in the rain with my palms outstretched, waiting for rainbows to fall, but catching thunder instead.
The rolling rumbling sound hurts my ears.
The weight of it strains my wrists.

But I held on,
I could have let it fall to the ground and disappear in a grumbling mist,
I didn't.

I sit here with my fist tightly closed around a dull throbbing thunder.

Stupid hormones.