On the reddest day I am fuming.
I will grow red horns and I will breath fire.
The dragon wings lift me up so I can shout at everyone.
I will scream at anyone I see.
When I come to a purple day,
I am drifting out to the deep blue sea.
Then I drift into a cloud of dust.
I want help but I don’t exist.
When I tumble into a yellow day,
I have so much energy to burn.
I am so jumpy when you play with me.
I need to play with someone just like me.
When the thunder strikes the black day is here,
I’m crying in a corner not wanting to come out.
I try to explain how I feel inside but they don’t listen.
I remember my saddest memories on this sad day.
