Sunday Stanza: Poem Four- Moodiness (I Wore It As A Dress) By Hannah Williams

I wore moodiness as a dress.
With a matching headband called stress,
My handbag conceals my emotions which are a mess.
But my shoes point me to a road which reads confess.

You’d be surprised to hear what the world sell.
And how many people fell
For buying this dress called moodiness is expensive.
The after effects are not euphoria but apathetic and apprehensive.

So what led me to buy these things?
Well I brought it because my emotions stings
The dress I brought did cling to my hip.
But the tag did say it may cause me to flip.

I wore moodiness as a dress.
With a matching headband called stress.
My handbag conceals my emotions which are a mess.
But my shoes point me to a road which reads confess.

Let’s talk about this headband.
Mine is quite round,
It wraps tight around my head.
But it does come off when I go to bed.

What’s more messier my bag or my emotions?
Both have the same motivations.
To keep untidy, unkempt and over the place.
To wipe away laughter from my face.

So one day I listened to my shoes.
Confessing led to good news.
The therapist gave me a makeover.
But I gave moodiness, stress and unstable emotions the cold shoulder.

Since then I don’t wear moodiness as a dress.
And I binned the matching headband called stress.
My handbag is organised and is no longer a mess.
Should I ever feel this way again I know to confess.