PIG :@) calling...

There are days, when nothing seems right,
And everything seems to be adding to my plight.
On such days, all the humor goes down the drain,
Every word seems to drive me insane.
Even good food starts tasting horrible,
Every sound around me just seems unbearable.
On such days, I just feel like being left alone,
Feel like just switching off my cell phone.
I know I'll be fine the next day,
Cracking jokes and laughing away.
But just this day should pass by,
It's suffocating, feel as if there's a lack of air supply.
On such days I experience a weird sinking feeling,
Or my anger is on the verge of hitting the ceiling.
I sit in the lab, impatient and irate,
Waiting for this dark storm to abate.
I hate it cuz I hate being unhappy,
That feeling makes me feel even more crappy.
I start wishing something will change my mood,
Hoping something, anything will make me feel good.
Showing the world I'm weak, to me is a disgrace,
So somehow I still try and manage a smile on my face.
I finally reach my apartment, a little relief,
But I still wait to get back my faith, my belief.
Someone has to hear it in my voice, cuz i won't confide
What thoughts, feelings, in my head reside.
Maa calls, she guesses it, but I convince her I'll be fine,
Don't wanna trouble her, I know enough is already on her mind.
Sigh, tired... can't think of solutions, all problems seem too tall,
I can wait for the next day to think clearly, but I feel as if I'll fall.
I need my safety net, my friend, my confidante, who'll know,
What's going on as soon as I say "Hello".
Five minutes later, somewhere on the other side of the world, a cellphone starts to ring,
Someone looks at it, smiles.... the screen says, "PIG :@) calling...".