Mood.

What is this mood?
Unable to focus,
Pensive.
My brain
Here, there
Everywhere,
Up down allaround.

I don't like being taken for granted.
My fingers are cold.
Shivers run through my body.
What is this anger?

"I prefer to lick my wounds
alone
and then come out with my heart
slightly harder than it was before."
Who is the girl who says these things?

I thought I left her in my betraying adolescence
but it seems she's followed me here

My cheeks are flushed
Her presence in me
makes the hair stand up on my arms,
the back of my neck

What is this emotion?