The Dark Side of Me

Sugar and spice, at what price? Proper and prim, life is so dim. Generously gifting, so uplifting. Reliable and ready, I am steady. Giving what I gain, never to abstain. Helping honorably, always with no fee. Charity charade, has become frayed. Enviously eager, so sadly meager. Loud with lust, pretending I must. Dark with desire, raising me higher. Rancid and rotten, I haven’t forgotten. Weary and weak, you’re at my feet. Gemmed with greed, fulfilling a need. Mistrusting and mused, you’ll be used. Manipulating minds, you are so blind. Precious is my pride, to you I have lied. Putrid ugly pleas, sorry but this is ME. What it sometimes "feels like" living with bipolar disorder....