Laying here in my bed,
which lays in my sweltering room.
Laying here moody,
until I start thinking about you.

Little orange octopus
that's staring at me,
your fluffiness looks comforting
but I wish you'd tell me what you see.

Though I know I shouldn't,
it's as if I'm floating in brine.
You know I'm feeling something,
when I come here and think up rhymes
just to try and express what's usually
kept bottled up inside.
Right now, I just want to hide.

From one mood to another,
it's always "fun" being on a roller coaster.

no one sticks around
they don't want to hear me out,
conversations go unfinished
and I'm back to wearing a frown.