Mood burning very bright
I can’t think about what is right
Nor can I think about what is not
Judgment surely is shot.
Mood burning very dim
I can not manage to do much for him
sleep seems like the best escape
so I will crawl into my slumber cape.
Mood burning in the middle
I feel as though I am playing second fiddle
I am ready to scream at the top of my lungs
I have no patience for anyone.
Irritability is my middle name
I feel ready to burn up in flames
If someone pushes me over the edge
I will hit you with my sledge……
One thing at a time