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

Molten summer anger, can be a pleasant autumn day

That room in my head, needs comfortable stability

Self-awareness becomes the barometer of my emotions