Mood, such a weird little thing
The thing that makes you act out certain ways
Mostly you can not control it
And you don’t notice when it sways
So many forms, styles and colours
You can give to the mood you’re in
One for every happy or comfortable situation
Or for the sad ones, when you’re not without sin
My moods are changing by the minute
Very exhausting, the energy they take
I can’t explain the sudden changes
Or decisions I might make
Every mood combined with certain thoughts
No connection with one another
So what I did, doesn’t seem like me afterwards
It couldn’t be me, must be another
My mind, constantly racing
Thoughts flying in and out of my head
No time to rest, nor to think straight
I just keep thinking about every little thing instead
No peace left to be found
Bedtime is the time to worry for me
Am not able to sleep as I used to
Tired, though restless, I must be
Sleeping during the day, if I get the chance
If I can’t, my mood will get scary, I now see
My mind will refuse to do a thing, and I
Get into a trance, with nowhere to flee
Now happened a couple of times
Talking crazy, my head not thinking right
Moving back and forward with my body
Wanting to calm down, but not able, feeling light
People who then are with me, don’t understand
They’re trying to make me talk, want to know what’s wrong
I then am not in a state to talk, or to think
Nothing’s the matter, I just can’t hold on
Too much energy taken by my thoughts
Mood swings are making me tired too
Think this is a form of calming down for my body
Although I seem hyper, there’s nothing I can do
Why is it I have these swings?
More and intensely every single day
Not knowing what I will do in one of them
Not knowing what causes my mood to sway
Very difficult for the people around me
They don’t understand, neither do I
They ask for explanations, I can give none
In the worst case I can only sit there, and cry
I don’t understand, how do they begin
Why is it, it seems there is no connection in between
Like every mood belongs to a different person
Afterwards I wonder, was that really me you’ve just seen?
I know it was, but the feeling is not the same
I don’t see how I could act out that way back then
I wouldn’t do that, would I?
I can’t imagine me doing it ever again
Weird, these things, I cannot explain
Though I’d like to know why they happen to me
So I can prevent it in the future
And I can just be the one I’d like to be