Dear Mood

Dear Mood,

With my first sip of coffee, I find you sitting beside me, insisting to stay,

thinking deviously in which direction you would like to push me today.

You decide to make it either delightful, bright or rather rainy and grey;

I try to take hold of you, to dominate, and for a change have my say,

sadly I find myself weak, helpless, so I bow to you and foolishly obey.

At times, your temper swings me violently between tears and joy,

I totally lose control, when you play and kick me around, as if I was your toy.

I have to admit, you are sometimes kind enough to cheer me up, let me reach the sky,

but the moment you reveal your nasty face, you get me so depressed, I start to cry,

you pull me into the deepest depth and make me so miserable, ‘til I sometimes wish to die.

I have to stop your shameless, negative visits and your strength that pulls me down,

positive thinking and working on my willpower is what can kick you out of my town.

You see, it is I who should always have power over you; from now on I will wear the crown.