There is a version of me who is moody,
I lock her away when I can.
She’s a pain with her winging and moaning,
I’m not really a fan.
There’s a version of me that is happy,
skipping and dancing about.
The day is always much brighter,
when she is out and about.
There’s a version of me that is loving,
wears her heart of her sleeve.
I want to keep her out longer,
it’s in her who I truly believe.
These versions are quite confusing,
they are all one person you see.
I’m trying to blend them together,
to be just a reliable me.
Daily Prompt – Moody