Split Personalities

Mania sits. Depression walks. Moody fits. Aggression talks. My mania ticks and my depression tocks, Dissociation breaks and I fall to my knees, Time is split between two separate clocks, I beg my innate sanity, “free me please!” Antisocial with a mouth talking too much, Catatonic with legs walking into the street, Needy for attention, “please don’t touch”, Although, antipsychotics never did help me. Multiplying two and coming up with one, Disorder unknown to all doctors in town, Disturbing realities have made me shun, For now, I am the demented one around. Irrationally thinking clear, seems to help, Alternating chemicals stream in my brain, Since I was born I’ve never felt myself, I was only three when diagnosed insane. Two personalities rage in my essence, Three more if you count last night, My pride will never learn her lessons, And no matter how wrong, I am right. How many identities will I keep carrying? How many lights turn off in the morning? How many instances have I been too daring? Why do my moods show up with no warning? I’m here, then I’m there and lost in between, I said goodbye to life many eons ago, So many different tempers my family has seen, You’d think by now my mind would blow. Mania sits. Depression walks. Moody fits. Aggression talks. Date Written: May 21, 2016