Mindless Bipolar

Reyas

I’m happy,

I’m sad,

I’m confused,

I’m mad,

My body never knows what to choose.

I want to play,

I want to sleep,

I want to go,

I want to eat,

My body never knows what to do.

 

Perhaps my mind is simply just bipolar. 

  • Author: Reyas (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 15th, 2018 11:27
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • dusk arising

    Hmmm i had the opportunity to live with an officially bi-polar partner for several months lately. My experience was that she knew exactly what she wanted and if that was to head east, then west was a non starter. Eventually she wanted me to go west though. Black or white, no grey... is my experience of bi-polar.

    I feel your eloquent piece is describing your passage through a period of having an unsettled mind.
    Certainly got my interest!



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