I Have No Power To Change It

Like the sun rises by morning; Like clouds take over by noon; Like the winds blow from time to time; Like the stars conquer over the night; Like the moon is in control of the dark; Like the rain falls from the heavens; Like the heat burns up the earth; Like the cold hits at man at the sea; Like everything is so unpredictable; I am one like one of them, I am one, like their kind. Today I am here, Tomorrow, I am there; Now, I am fine, Later, I am so unwell; At one point, I am high in spirits, All of sudden, I am so down hearted; Sometimes, I behave like an irregular menstrual cycle; This month, I let her bleed; The next, I let her go dry. I am a book, so difficult to read, And for those that dare to try, Then comprehending what is written all within me, Is like interpreting what an unseen hand is writing on the wall; If you remember what happened in the book of Daniel. I am a woman; sometimes I have a hormonal imbalance, May be that should explain my mood swings, Why I am always high and low, Like the rugged terrains of Bundibugyo; Why I smile and cry out of the blue, The way it shines and rains in the tropical land. For those that love me; genuinely love and care about me, They probably find me to be an incredible sin, One that is so interesting to completely let go of. A few tolerate me, A few give up on me, A few pretend to be hardliners who are not going anywhere, While a few, just look at me the way I am. Ask me to show you one complicated heart around, And I will rotate round the circle, And finally point out to myself. I am just so unbelievable; I am not proud of my behavior, But we are just so bound together that where; My weaknesses go, I go; Where my strengths bend, I bend. I once hated it about myself, But these days, When the fire intensifies, I let it burn all it can until it cools down. When the temperatures go low, I let them be for I cannot possibly raise them. The destructions at the end of it all, I pay by bearing every single outcome; I pay with my life. I said I am not proud of this, I have tried do change, But may be, it is hard to tame the wild heart. Could I not just give this out? Well, it is not an egg that I will give out to the dogs. Character is part of my nature; And this nature of mine, Is being happy now, angry later; Just the way one with bipolar disorders behaves. I will always drink to the cheerful moments, Then cry and hit myself for the ugly scenes, That I wish never to unfold in my narrow life!