Emotions are competing for my attention
My emotions compete for attention
I, the emperor, watch closely
Anger like a gladiator pulls out a sword of irate frustration and a small wooden shield, and becomes defensive, Who will be the next contender
A line of unique and colorful characters crowd the entrance, all except fear and panic, who are clawing at the walls of my mind's coleseum.
Courage is eager and Optimistic but he was over confident and forgot his weapons
Anger struggles to hide its impatience.
"Is anyone gonna make a move?" It snarled.
Procrastination yells "I'll fight ya last? Maybe tomorrow"
Anger roars
"Yeah you are really looking scary anger", sarcasm cracks one, although he is secretly guarded and unsure of the outcome of today..
The veins on anger's forehead throb in agony and his wrath is soon to overtake my next move...
Meanwhile in my kitchen I am torn over what I'm going to make for dinner, the dishes are all dirty and a can of old corn is the least appetizing thing on the menu
Hunger finally emerges, collaborating with creativity and resourcefulness to scavenge some eggs from the fridge and quickly prompting motivation to wash the frying pan
I'm going to have a omelette
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