Bipolar 2

I'm secretly 
a genius, trouble 
is, I'm the only 
one who knows 
about it. 

I'm much too 
shy to show it, 
and I'm much 
too mad to keep 
it constant. 

I'm either busy 
laying in my bed, 
missing out. 

Or overworking 
myself to the point 
of exhaustion. 

There's no 
in-between. 

And that, 
my friends, 
is brilliant.
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