Restless, pacing around the my room
The feeling is misunderstood
The laughter is overacted
This need has to be fulfilled
The acne for quietness
Is a necessity for luxury
The storm reinvents itself
Is somebody reaching out
Calmness, restoration of the imbalanced
The emotions are flowing in
The humanity is praised
This need has to be fulfilled
Categories:
overacted, adventure, africa, age, baptism,
Form: Free verse
Irritable and frustrated.
Very easily distracted.
Trying to come down,
from a high overacted.
Understand it’s not my
desire, to react as such.
Care instead of claiming,
bipolar is just a crutch.
The mania has subsided,
my better half setting in.
Depression now knocking,
with its dark smug grin.
Darkness now my master,
he’s once again on time.
Binding me to this torment,
of a mental state of crime.
Help is no longer an option,
I asked you manias ago.
Stating it’s all in my head,
this craziness that I show.
I did educate with reason,
asking you to listen openly.
You dismissed me as usual,
and my menial constant pleas.
If there’s one thing I’ve learned,
over the course of my disease.
Is that you have to love yourself;
you’re the only one you have to please.
Categories:
overacted, depression, introspection, life, me,
Form: Rhyme