Wingless Bipolar

You can’t see the reality outside the window This window a phase or cruise on your inept life Caring smiles, or destructive words, Its all the same. Its all similar in dosages that seem mute and vile Can happiness be touched just right out of the blue? Can rage be as so definitive as a broken mirror moment!? Out the door is a life where you think you don’t belong Abandonment was never in your order anyways Can control really be so possible if your down, up, and sideways? Take a moment, perhaps an answer will come in the form of a smile one minute and tears in the next.