Waltzing through the endless days,
Feeling hurt and lost.
Trying to do right, for myself...
But nothing comes without a cost.
I'm cracking and breaking, ever so slowly...
Trying to wish away the pain.
Falling into darkness, losing myself.
Following the inevitable, going insane.
I'm stuck in a timeless dance,
Sashaying around the truth so cold.
Trying to be as if it never happened,
Waiting for more bad news to unfold.
Filling my days with mindless activities,
Afraid to face my reality,
Tired of being so different and alone,
Filled with abnormality.
I'm trying so hard that it's making me break,
Wanting to be the same as before.
Pretending so much, that even I don't know who I am.
But I do know:
I can't avoid reality much more.
Thoughts? Comments? Puhlease?
Comments
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Very good
Good job, very vividly expresses inner turmoil. Both my kids are also bipolar, btw. This poem could easily be describing feelings they often have, thank you for sharing this!


