Extreme

I wish I learned restraint a little bit of calm

I wish I knew just how to be 

Everything I feel is a thunderstorm

Joy exalts me in the garden of Eden

Prancing around celestial trees

Letting hydrangeas wrap around.

Sadness pushes me into a 

Bottomless well hands tied mouth shut

Slowly drowning in slowly heavily in

I was told I was always this way

My childhood dolls have turned into 

Faux flowers shoving into me

Pinks reds Aquas yellows.

Most days I'm colorblind

A melodramatic histrionic one-act play

Hammed up for my shut curtains and keyholes.

All I do is cut down vines to be bare again

Jump from clouds to shrapnels to clouds

For once I want to say I'm numb

Just one day of apathy

No laughter no passion no guilt no misery

One day that, like a sedative, lulls me

Into colorless monotony