bipolar disorder

On and off

Off and on

My tender soul

Wishing to be one,

But it’s split in two,

Everything is askew,

A carousel takes me round and around,

Past theater masks crying and grinning,

A pendulum swings me up and down,

And i almost slip off, if it were not for these chains,

Sometimes it feels like forever rain,

Sometimes it feels like I’m forever on top,

And sometimes it’s a sickly in between

With everything a sickly green,

Like a pond with no life,

Like a life with no strife,

Like a life with no meaning,

But Up and Down.