Oh, The Drama Poem by Debora Soramaki

You take an inch and stretch it a mile,
So why is it that you never smile?
It's not as bad as you make it to be,
So why can't you leave those matters to me?
No need to be loud, I heard you before,
No wonder your neighbors walk out of the door.
Stop waving your hands right into my face,
You surely are some kind of basket case!
Take a deep breath and repeat after me:
' I'm not the nice person I used to be,
I need to make changes so I should start
To calm myself down, take care of my heart.'
Do this every day and then you will see
You can live your life without misery.