Disaster Button

I have a button I like to press,
When everything is a bit too hard, a bit too ordinary.
Its called the auto-destruct and happens about six drinks in.

And I sit there and cry,
And feel pathetic.
And I shout at everyone I know,
And I break everything I see,
And blame everybody else,
For my own shortcomings.

Its a mental block I need to get over,
And happens once every six months,
Sometimes more, sometimes less.

But I always feel better after,
Having had a good cry.
I realise life isn’t that bad,
And my hangover sedates the frustration.

I’m not very good at suppressing,
My emotions or pretending everything is ok.
When it really isn’t.

Life just feels boring sometimes.
Why not add a bit of drama?