Mood swings are weird

Sometimes I am as numb as sandpaper and burnt tongues. 

Sometimes I am all rage and waves and electric shocks from plug sockets. 

Sometimes I am as quiet as dead plants and unnoticed tube gaps. 

Sometimes I am a fiery kitchen stove, exhaust fan moaning defiantly. 

Sometimes I am all chewed-up drink straws and discarded aluminium cans, excess energy played with me. 

Sometimes I am a writer, bold and unapologetic, cliche as birds tattooed behind an ear. 

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