I don’t know who I am
but I stand
some place between
all kinds of things.
Some nights I can never sleep
but every dream haunts me.
Other times I sleep all day,
I must say
I know I’m crazy
but no one can save me.
One second I’m mad
the next I’m sad.
Mood swings
hell it brings.
A second personality?
Maybe.
No one seems
to know what’s wrong with me.
I self harm in eight different ways
and laugh like I’m having a great day
Bipolar
a disorder.
Could that be me?
That’s what they seem to think
but what about when I’m mad
and I will gladly
throw things at the wall
forgetting it all.
I over eat
I starve myself.
I love easy
I hate quick.
Why won’t anything stick?!
I’m here
I’m there.
I’m forth and back.
This feels like an attack!
I’ve only ever known white and black
What is grey?