Some days I’m crazy

Some days I’m crazy 
Some days I’m not
Some days I’m stable 
Some days I’m not
Some days I’m able to be civil and kind
And some some days I’m unable
Call it a bad hair day
Call it that time of the month 
Call it dealing with with a teenager
Or with a road rager 
Call it being a woman
Having hormones galore
Running around banging at all my doors
My eyes, where tears flow
My mouth where terror growls and grows
My brain screams oh no not this again,
But yes it is
I understand as much as you, about my moods that come out of the blue
But I say
I’m trying
I’m trying to rain these crazy cranky hormones that hijack me throughout my day
I’m a woman, I’m your woman and I love you