This poem written by me 20 years ago is a great indicator of where I used to live emotionally. Yikes!
Mood swings, they go up and down
And they flop all over like a roller coaster.
I want to throw up when I'm down in a slump,
It's alive with no sound on a merry-go-round.
But not quite so merry, it's all quite contrary,
To be stable I falter, like a teeter totter.
I'm a hang, I'm a noose,
On a train with no caboose.
When I'm down, I frown.
But when I'm up I take flight,
Like a bolt of streaking light I fly straight up through the night,
Can't bring me down or do me wrong 'cause I'm up where I belong.
Still, whilst in between the ups and lows,
I'm okay - but I always knows
That my future mood, just like the wind
Will blow, where it blows.