Untitled Poem by Stephen Johanns

My emotions twirl and whirl,
Crash and smash,
Like a teriffic ocean storm.
Never knowing when
or why
or how,
It will happen.
Happy one second,
Off the handle the next.
On to depressed,
right back to happy.
Why am I like this?
I don't know.
Could it be Childhood traumas,
Or pshycological disease?
Simple impatciance,
Or perhaps a cry for help?
When will it happen?
Maybe now,
or sometime later?
Will it be soon?
I hope not.
Or will it cease?
Probably not.
How do I stop it,
Or control it,
Can I?
I'm not sure..

But I better find out.