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Another Bipolar Mood

Somedays I just feel so bland, Wondering where and when I will reach land. I'm always feeliong like I'm in a daze, And after a long time becomes a haze. Outside there's no sun, only rain, Just like inside, no joy all pain. I wonder if everyone hates me, While they all roam free. Why is this you ask? Because for me, keeping friends is a task. I'm always in my head, Stop worrying everyone said. That probably will never take place, Trust me my mind is one big race. I'm always twirling my hair, I'm not concentrating, it's so not fair. All I ever want is to feel normal, Maybe feel even a little formal. This will probably never happen for me, My future, my destiny, this way is all I see. You probably think I'm strange, Please know weirdness for me is a wild range. I'm always struggling to get through the day, Could somebody please show me the way.

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Date: 6/12/2016 9:57:00 PM
WOW, that you for sharing this about you. Angela, this is a very good poem, I like the metaphors and the way you pour your thoughts and state of being. It's a wild range and I think this is one of your better poem so far. LINDA
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