Bipolar
Devastation, pure bliss
how the world turns,
and reality shifts,
a beautiful day.
monsterous nights,
where at the end of a tunnel,
there is no light,
next is golden,
nothing can taint,
the world on my axis,
No one can defeat me,
Never in between,
stuck in bed ,
or everything is a pink shade of red
Bipolar,
Never stuck in between,
always up or down,
and the disasterous sounds,
of a storm that never passes.
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