A reblog of a poem written by Pieces of Bipolar
one day i’m fine, the next i dine
on suicide, and pesticide
one day i’m down with a frown
cold as stone, in agony moan
then i am gay for the day
inhibitions gone astray, life’s a grand ballet
one day i’ll fear nothing that’s real
an anxiety ordeal i don’t want to feel
then i am angry, a temper to see
explosive and scrappy, so don’t mess with me
can you keep up with so very much?
Go on tell me, will I be loved, or will I be judged?