Grey

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?