I am in my other mood these days
Everything is faded
The applause is dull
The smiles don’t shine
Nobody is kind.

I am in my down mood these days
Everything is my fault
The tasks are difficult
The people are critical 
To hide me I have no shell

I am in my reflective moods these days
Everything is a priority
Not for me necessarily
But for others whom I wish to please
Why do I? I must have some disease!

Someone bring back my happy mood
Or tell me the way to it
Going on like this is terrible
In fact, living is quite impossible
Even forcing a smile is futile, it’s despicable!