A Bipolar Mind...

WARNING: These thoughts are my own so they may be confusing!

My mind changes, no my mind is never set. Idk it's never sure of time nor reality. I looked in my eyes today, I don't know that person. Yet I must live its skin. It's several of us here. Some times I take on too much and I have to leave because that's not my forte. I let the others that linger handle that. Several emotions that I don't want to face but they seem to surface anyway.

People judge what they don't understand. People think that they can comprehend. But the demons in my head won't leave me instead these tease and taunt like the people in my life. I'm fighting in fake and real life! I just want to be at peace but peace means they'll be back and they're going to hit you with everything as many times as they can. Fuck, I'm stuck in my mind again.

Someone touched me and I changed. I changed into who? Idk who I am but the vibrations in the world are stirring me! Someone fucking touched me! In the blink of a eye, now I'm in rage. The balances of my day have been thrown off because someone decided I was a fucking arm rest today.

I feel fine, everything is okay. The sun is out and I can't complain. Although I haven't felt like myself in some days. They like to make jokes "Who are you today?" I'm whoever I am in the moment that proceeds to know. Bitter to sweet, sugar and spice.

Man why are they staring at me, what did I do this time? Man why are they talking about me, who was I then?

When every emotion seems out of your control and every person seem to be against you. Mentally you alternate to deal with certain fits of pain. I could destroy you then nurse you back to life. I know what it's like to be broken so I won't leave you that way.

My intellect is never affected but this disillusion of reality leaves me baffled. I often create messes that I do not remember. I often talk with people I cannot forget. I go places and can't concentrate. The imbalance in my mind has a imbalance in my life.

Moody they say. You're just moody. Well I can show you just how moody I am! And I dare you call me by my weakness, like a snap of the finger. The person you see will change, a change not physically but an internal overlap of grief and anger. You can only tell who I am by my eyes.

A life of sorry. "Sorry I forgot where I was." Sorry, I wasn't myself." "Sorry, I blacked out on this one." "Sorry, this time and next time."