Literature
Bi-Polar
Bi-polar
I wake and it starts, my life on the other side of a mirror.
I fall up and stand down.
I run in a straight circle, and around a horizontal line.
I cry when happy, and smile when hurting.
I love something when I hate it.
I can't stand something when I want it.
I'm split down the middle, in a imperfect line.
My ears hurt when there is no sound.
I hear everything when no one speaks.
I feel everything at once, and it's never the same, or to be repeated.
Everything you know and do will always be my inverse.
I go to sleep, only to start this cycle again.