What Am I? - Poem by Christina Byrd
My temper flares in an instant
I have no control of my emotions
I go from happy to sad with one word
It runs in the bloodline
so could I be infected?
The craziness is starting to show
I'm losing my cool
is it teenage moods
or something deeper
I do enjoy sunsets
I still laugh with many friends
Life isn't bad at all
But ridicule at home tends to be too much
And after all the assaults they wonder why
Why I want to cry or pound my fist
They think I'm sullen
But wouldn't you be too?
So what am I?
Am I the monster or the angel
Or just what's in between...
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