When I’m mad I sit on the floor,
Blocking people from coming in the door.
Trying not to scream,
I lay and dream.
People never seem to leave me alone,
I don’t speak, only moans.
Blasting my music really loud,
I pretend I’m in the crowd.
When all is quiet I sneak downstairs,
Just to grab a drink,
While I think,
“Why won’t you all go away?â€
