Bi Polar

Watching the astronauts We see the light of the world Above ly their thoughts They appear in a rainbow swirled But my mind has been put into a transmission Like an old telephone the message is sent Of literature it shall be the greatest edition It is my soul's way that it has chosen to repent The aftertaste of poetry is good on the tongue It puts you in a jubilant state of the kind mind The washouts and losers is whom im among To this chair of broken dreams i am confined In my mental state of consistent mood swings I dont know how i ever keep a mood straight I get too concerned with the littlest of things But in the end maybe all this is just fate But i must fight my way through myself And im only fifteen still All those happy memories on the shelf Dont do the same as the pill And around her my conscience wanders into the unknown Feeling out of it she asks me what could possibly be wrong I just wait until im finally out of this cold endangering zone But some of the time this waiting and waiting takes too long But they say i just have to live with this I jst have to go through this trance I just have to wait until our next kiss That could be taken with a glance I dont care what the situation I could live to be eternal With this disorder its anticipation But i keep it all internal Im just so tired of it Im sick of sounding like a baby Its just a little secret A secret that leaves me achy Its true what they say It does hurt everywhere The lows ruin my day It just isnt fair Keeping the time on my wrist Clenching my hand into a fist I fight off the devilish thoughts While watching those astronauts