Analysis of Sim

I haven't cried in thirty days.
I forgot how it feels in this cold haze.
Perhaps on recall its a justified hurt.
Or on the other hand, just to blurt it out, it
adjusts some selfish desire.
Instead I screamed into my pillow:
Gooooooooooooooooooooooood.
I said then instantly felt mellow.
Its not that I cry every month on the dot.
Sometimes when i feel like a societal blot.
Other times when there's just too much.
Too much understanding.
Too much demanding.
I just cry on my own design.
Then after a time I feel fine.