Vocabulary Test

My heads feels quixoctic
Like someone decided it was right to take a bludgeon
    Forged of emotional steel
And histrionically beat it
Feeling seems arduous
While I sit here and reminisce about why it is
    I resemble and emotional train wreck
While people with porcine attitudes
Are graced with opportune moments and smiles
    That sparkle in the sunlight
I feel out of my milieu with them
Still, they seem to beleaguer me at inopportune times
    When things are beginning to seem dulcet
And when they've fixed the train
So it can roll off into the pretty sunset
    And end up in math class.