Don't shoo..

Don't think I've been thinking straight
Since when I was born
My thinks are wonky
All messed up
In a good way mind
I find...
Always kind.
Thinks of sad
But not too bad
Happy slips in too
Don't shoo
Any away
Let them stay
Give them tea and cake
Make
Friends with them...
Enjoy the mess
More is less
Tangled up with fear
Not hate
Hate hate
Such a weight
To heavy,
Do
Shoo
That.