At times I’m so moody and blue –
Also jealous and unforgiving too:
It may’ve nothing to do with you
But what in life I’ve been through.
Sometimes I’ll squirm and shriek
If you dig into my wounded knee –
Purposely poke its scab unhealed:
Then don’t blame me for cruelty.
Occasionally I might sulk or weep
When you’re happy and carefree:
If you’re not sensitive to my needs –
Walk over me in your spiked feet.
With time I will heal, dispel misery –
Cure my jittery heart permanently:
But till then I might act injudiciously
So bear with my moods graciously.
Destroyed By Time