If upset were a colour, it would be a dark blue almost black, as a black and white picture, like on a stormy night.
It is going to happen when the clouds come and the rain pores down like blood dripping when you say your last words.
Then the thunder and lighting start booming and crashing, you fall jumpy or scared.
If upset were a taste, it would be just like disgust with a sour taste, like spiders crawling all around your mouth.
If upset were a feeling, it would be like pain when someone is holding onto your arm.
It feels like they are about to put the knife in and cut it into two pieces.
If upset were a smell, it would be just like someone had died, like a person rotting in that place.
If upset were a sound, it would be like a scream of pain or agony, like when you feel like you cant go on.
You want to die but can not bring your self to do it! But it slips and cuts you open anyways.
If upset were a flower, it would be like a dead flower.
Like a rose when it dies in your hand and it feels cold.
If upset were an animal, it would be like a bat when it hangs upside down in a cave, all alone and it’s scared.
