Bipolar
By Jade-Marie
Life is cataclysmic, to say the least
One way or another it will be,
It pulls you from one extreme to the next
And you have to wallow in the tides
Waiting for it to decide
Are you happy?
Are you depressed?
Which one is next,
Can I not know?
Which is in store
Seems to be so
The turmoil in my head
Happy is what I should be,
But I can’t stay, I must leave
Why?
Because happy is not you
Or so it seems














