Jack 177

Jack 177 26 Jun 2025 A room in my head called emotion Controlled by various means A thermometer reacting to the room temperature of others The cold shoulder of silent indifference Could turn the blood in my veins, to frozen streams Other times, blood starts to boil with internal rage The mercury of overreaction, starts to rise The volatile instability, damages perception I work hard on a solution for my personal climate control I do, have a choice Reactive thermometer or self-regulating thermostat Someone else’s winter can be my thawing spring Heated summer anger, can be a pleasant autumn day That room in my head, needs comfortable stability Self-awareness becomes the barometer of my emotions