Grey

MaxWritesPoems

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?

 

  • Author: MaxWritesPoems (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 11th, 2017 20:31
  • Comment from author about the poem: Never knowing where to stand because your on both sides of things.
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  • anoldwoman

    Your poem does remind me of someone who is bipolar - either very high and happy or very down and sad. there is only black and white. My mother was bipolar and I have known others like this. Hope you can obtain balance in the seesaw of life



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