Oh God,
She's such
A bitch.

I hate it
When she gets
Like this.

That time
Of the month
Rubs her
The wrong way.

She can be
Cold hearted,
Hateful
And demanding.

And it lasts
For days.

She rants,
And raves,
Growls
And snarls.

Bares her fangs,
And her claws,
As reason dissolves.

One moment
She's calm;

Then she's
Crying.

In a moment
She'll be angry,
And dishes
Will start
Flying.

There's no escaping
Her wrath.

She's like
A crazy witch
On a broom.

She's
PMS-ing,
I'm guessing.

God,
Help me,
I'm doomed.