Trading Faces

This was written during a bipolar low. It is NOT my true feelings, just a quick insight as to how this disease can play with the mind. So much anger and rage, engulfs my body whole. Can’t release the tension and fury, How was I ever to know? No tools provided to diminish, a path of vile and vain. Here I bask in my own misery, as you continue to be sane. I detest the very sight of you, and your precious mental state. I detest your ambition and drive, while I struggle against this fate. Let’s trade places today, so you can pretend to be me. I wonder how long you’ll last, when you’re finally able to see? See the anger, madness and rage, through your very own eyes. I wonder how much ambition you’ll have, as you plan your final goodbye?