My personal pick me up is
Unoriginal, but it never ceases to
It's easily accessible and
Can be found almost everywhere: even in this poem
Whenever I'm "Stressed Out",
I turn on my "Favorite Record" and say
that it's "Time To Dance".
It's difficult, almost "Irresistible", to put music on without
wanting to sing or dance.
Whether it's coming from my phone or my "Car Radio"
music is always the cure for a bad day.
So I throw myself a "Pity Party" and sing along to my favorite songs
until my voice cracks.
In the end, it's "Worth It" since I'm no longer sad.