My ship is an emotional wreck.
It tells from the deck.
Sometimes I keep it in check,
But at moments it is all over my neck.
I could feel sad,
Even if no one has driven me mad.
How I am, head over heels is a mystery,
Or could it be mastery.
In this sea of emotions,
My ship sails in slow motions.
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