My personal pick me up is

Unoriginal, but it never ceases to 

Satisfy me.

It's easily accessible and

Can be found almost everywhere: even in this poem

MUSIC. 

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.