When every thing is not right, I fight
Pray for sight & work to abolish my plight.
When everything is clean, I'm mean
And am the queen, of causing a scene
When things are okay, I stay
But stay away, tomorrow and today
When I feel small, like a porcelain doll
Into a ball I crawl, and wish I could bawl
When I am afraid, that everything will concave
I try to be brave, but long to be saved.
When I am mad, and think of what I had
I feel bad, about feeling so sad
When life is my friend, I think it'll be okay in the end
That things will mend, our rules we'll bend
When things feel nice, I try to entice
And make it percise, with a roll of the dice.
When day turns to night, I have the foresight
To give up the fight, and turn off the light.