Bipolar cups of coffee at the stroke of twelve,
insomniac episodes of waking nightmares.
Eyes of blur, twisted tormented fate,
schizophrenic burdened affairs.
Two scoops of depression,
1 drop of suicidal antidotes.
One raging ranting poem,
one twisted song rewrote.
Split second personalities,
interchangeable life styles.
Aggravating break downs,
tick tock trials.
Breaking emotions,
ravening mad.
Terrifying abnormality,
excruciatingly sad.
Combative happiness,
instantaneous joy.
Momentarily sane,
inject to annoy.
Sickening glee,
overwhelming roseate.
Loving today, loving him,
my heart stops a moment to beat.
Just another bi polar cup of coffee
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