Another Bipolar Mood
Somedays I just feel so bland,
Wondering where and when I will reach land.
I'm always feeliong like I'm in a daze,
And after a long time becomes a haze.
Outside there's no sun, only rain,
Just like inside, no joy all pain.
I wonder if everyone hates me,
While they all roam free.
Why is this you ask?
Because for me, keeping friends is a task.
I'm always in my head,
Stop worrying everyone said.
That probably will never take place,
Trust me my mind is one big race.
I'm always twirling my hair,
I'm not concentrating, it's so not fair.
All I ever want is to feel normal,
Maybe feel even a little formal.
This will probably never happen for me,
My future, my destiny, this way is all I see.
You probably think I'm strange,
Please know weirdness for me is a wild range.
I'm always struggling to get through the day,
Could somebody please show me the way.
Copyright © Angela Nowell | Year Posted 2016
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