Okkk so this Is a somewhat dark poem I wrote called mood Ring.... hope you enjoy!!! (yes Ik its kind of clunky, this used to be a paragraph)



I am a mood ring.
Like the many I wear
on myself everyday,
I am all different colors.
I am surrounded by a circle of friends,
like the metal ring
that supports all the colors.
Their moods and emotions affect me, too,
but more noticeably.

I am always changing.
Never for more than a few minutes
do I feel the same.
I can be many colors at once.
I’m blue I am happy, energetic, and kind.
I’m purple, I am romantic, loving
and even slightly lustful.
I am red or yellow I am angry or sad.
Then I am black.
I am nothing.

Sometimes, no matter how
I nurse my mood ring
it can never show any color.
All it shows is the dark loneliness.
It takes forever to change,
to make me feel better.
But when it does,
I blossom to a spectrum of life.

That’s me.
The part I want people to see.
That ever colorful mood ring.