Control Room.

I have a control panel,
In my mind,
Many switches and dials,
You will surely find,

Each dial has a label,
For each emotion and feeling,
My dials have gone awry,
Unwanted side effects I've been dealing,

The anxious dial is on ten,
It's been turned up to the max,
No wonder I have struggled,
To just sit back and relax,

In my minds eye,
I reach out and turn down the dial,
Hopefully my control room,
Won't malfunction for a while,

I take a closer look at the controls,
I think the vast control room,
Has short circuited somehow,
So ill fix it so normality can resume,

Happiness has been turned down,
It is now below 5,
Without a little happiness,
How can we all survive?

I turn up that dial,
Make my way to the next,
Self worth isn't on,
It's a button that has been left,

I turn it on and then set the dial,
Put in on the number four,
I don't want too much of it as,
My head would be too big to fit through an average sized door.

I've spent quite some time,
Turning up and down the switches,
I will revisit and revise,
Next time the computer glitches,

Everyone of you has one,
All you need to do is shut your eyes,
Imagine the control room,
And realign all of your dials,

Turn some up and turn some down,
Realign the switches to your internal pain,
Each and every one of us,
Has a control room for our brains.