silhouette of woman raising her hands

In an instant my mood can shift.

I divert my thoughts to that of running for a cliff.

Cannot stand pressure

No how , no way

Better when there is some, that I run away.

I wish there was a knob, that could allow me to change

But there wouldn’t be enough channels for all that is packed in my brain.

How did it get so adversary?

I want to be content like a singing canary.

If they were handing out rewards for moods

I believe I would win one or two.

Oh well, I cannot help it

Maybe I can blog before I pitch a fit.

MwsR <3

Thank you for reading 🙂

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