It's irksome if you call me moody.
Yes I am moody, you son of a b****, now stop f***in' bothering me!
Gradually you undermine my composure.
It's disgustingly irritating if you ask me.
I hate being called crabby.
So what? So 'what' you asked?
Why call me crabby when I am?
That word just elevated the feeling.
I'm in high tide right now waiting to drown in crabbiness.
Just leave me alone if you wanna see the 'good' side of me later.
Low tide will come soon.
But Tch. Go! Move! I'm not in the mood speak!
Don't wanna explode in accident cuz' of this feeling.
I don't wanna hurt you while I'm in this state nor do I intend to.
Little by little moodiness is slowly accumulating waiting to burst.
Stand back folks, I'm one keeping it away from you all so as to not hurt anyone at all.
You're saying I'm a f***in bastard!!!
S***, you should be lucky I'm holdin back just for you.
Always for you.
I never wanna hurt the ones I really love.
So GO! MOVE! I'M NOT IN THE MOOD TO SPEAK!
I'm ticked off.
I'm pissed off.
But I'll cool down later, you'll see.
Don't misunderstand the situation, please.
Don't wanna be misconstrued.
This is how I am in this radical change in emotion.
I get moody...
I think everyone gets moody from time to time however not many people can admit it! Amazing poem know how you feel!