My life is a battleground of emotions
One day I'm flying over the top of the world
The next I can be in the dungeons of hell
My nerves are tattered and unfurled.
Those devilish days are when people irk me
The things they do, and the things they say
When simple politeness would serve them well
Instead they put on an arrogant display.
Those angelic days are when I'm sitting
Surrounded by children in a park
They play gleefully with one another
Having not yet developed a temperament so stark.