"Mood swings"

We met
In my brain
Between neural synapses
In the middle of lungs and throat
You come at night
And go in the morning

And here we are
Crazy mad and furious
Later on self esteem drops
And we sink in tears
Desperate

Is that me
My real myself
Or just a feeling
Controllable
And sculpted like a plasticine

I take you in hands
And tear apart
Pull the rooted parts
Out of my body
And throw the dirt out of an open window