Up and down like a roller coaster is my mood.
At the moment I’m mortified by an event
That occurred a few weeks ago. I can’t let go
Of the injury I caused to myself. I know
That I’m solely responsible. My discontent
Arises from the fact that my vision is skewed.

I’m adept at Self-Sabotage or so it seems
At the moment. Why am I so damned sensitive
To the feelings of others regarding what I
Failed to do even though I gave it my best try?
It’s a thing unbecoming that I have to live
In this trap of my own emotional extremes.

I can’t talk myself out of anger, depression,
Or discord. I can look for positive aspects
In the drama I created unconsciously.
At this point, my aim is to be totally free
Of the issue and all of its harmful effects.
Misery is a cheap form of self-expression.

I can soften it up a bit by saying that
I don’t mean sabotage. It’s more like not being
More deliberate. The contrast is important
To the universe. There’s no reason that I can’t
Be influenced by that which is most agreeing
With my spirit. There’s much more that I can look at.