Drop in the Ocean

			My feelings cloud my mind.
			They take unrivalled control,
			And banish all rational thoughts.
			They overreact to minor provocations
			And my perceptions become tinted 
			By the fury of my mind.
			I often wish to be rid of them.
			But if I were, 
			Then happiness and love would not be possible,
			As there would be nothing to measure them against,
			It would be a droll life.
			At times I suffer months of depression 
			Before I receive just a few days of joy.
			But I have become used to this.
			I would rather this 
			Than the joy try to balance the depression - 
			It would be consumed simply to make every day
			Only so slightly more jovial.