Stressed, Depressed And Badly Dressed

This is a bad hair day for me,
As I am stressed, depressed and badly dressed,
My hair won’t do what I want it to do,
And I am fed up of calling him with no answer,
I need a break and time to decompress,
And I don’t need hassle or stress.

I don’t need him telling me where I’ve gone wrong:
I know where I’ve gone wrong,
And don’t need to be reminded,
I just need to be left alone, where I can relax,
And not bothering answering the telephone.

My clothes aren’t hanging off me,
Like I’d like them to,
Because I put on three pounds yesterday,
After that bowl of ice cream,
And it makes me frustrated and I want to scream,

I had been working so hard at being healthy,
But to no avail, I really do not know,
What to do with myself,
So I chuck out all the junk in my fridge,
Hoping I won’t be naughty tomorrow.
And I am running low on funds,
But I do not want to borrow,
Because it would be yet more problems,
On top of my huge problems.

I have the dentist to see, which I hate,
And I have to see the doctor,
Don’t get me wrong:
I do think health checks are important,
But I have so many health problems,
It looks like I’m a hypochondriac,
But seeing the doctor is a must,
And hopefully they won’t draw blood.

But I was reading a women’s magazine the other day,
And they recommend all kinds of beauty treatments:
It just makes me want to tear my hair out,
I just cannot afford botox and a nose job,
I have enough trouble paying the bills as it is,

And my job isn’t perfect,
But it pays for my way of life.
Still, when I am stressed, depressed and badly dressed,
Like today,
It is something I have to do,
But I know things will be OK,

So I will call some friends and go to a bar,
But I won’t be bringing a man home:
I am used enough already,
And tomorrow morning,
I will wake a new woman.