Wild Outrageous Bursting Orange

When my enthusiasm is high and I feel joyful my mind is orange. Wildly and outrageously colorful, bursting with happy to help sad out. Sad is gray. She wants to hold me under her muck until I cannot breathe. I begin shrieking for orange and hot pink and yellow to save me, and they do. Brown and gray hate me, and I despise and detest and ignore them whenever possible. They want me to be depressed and angry, my most non-self. I would be quite mad, certifiable probably, if orange and yellow and neon pink did not shower me with love and respect and bliss. I would be carried off in a straight jacket if people realized how psychedelic I am inside. But I keep it under wraps. It is bad enough to have nightmares where I am screaming and kicking, trying to be myself as infamous gray and angry brown attempt to drowned me in the squishy mud of Status Quo Swamp. Sh! Rest assured. I do not go quietly.