It changes.

Changes every second.

My mood ring would be

Green and then black.

When I feel it coming on,

I listen to my music,

Slipping the headphones over my hair,

And jerking my head to the metal,

Rock,

And Panic! At The Disco.

Tears slip out of my eyes,

Few at first

Then more.

Drowning the world out,

Paying no attention

To their concerns.

Running everything over in my mind,

Trying to be quiet

Because I know everyone else

Is asleep long since.

But at 3:00 in the morning,

I'm still awake.

Still breathing.

Still surviving.

And that's not a good thing.