Monday, September 7, 2009

Bipolar

The skies speak of beauty in a blue language
Every problem I have seems so easy to manage
It seems like I just planned it
So high in hapiness and I don't plan on landing
All my efforts are withstanding
All by themselves
It feeels like christmas in july
All I need are the bells
So many wishes thrown into the well
How come I feel so good?
Even I can't tell
But everything's going pretty swell
Working my way through life
I go fast at speeds beyond 95
Running my world like a 9-5
Thinkinng about finding a pre-wife
But that's just mental
As long as she doesn't screw me over with her pre-menstrual
The day went so Gee Double Oh Dee
It's about 11:15
So I'll just go to sleep
As I lay my head on the pillow and reflect
Sadness creeps behind and takes away the effects
I go to sleep empty and vexed
Awww man what's next? ....

What is it that I deal with?
Is this what the world brings?
I speak and act
I do me and lay back
I do everything so smoothly but it ends up wack
I just try to go based on facts
Tired of the way you act
I go up and down
My life takes turns all around
This consumes and burns
Will this be my world?


I wake up and feel my shade
With a smile on my face, but somehow, full of rage
Emotions have no age
I'm sixteen and look what it made
An over-thinking guy stressed like I'm 48
I try to contain
I try to block my brain
But in class I can't even concentrate
I give what I can and left with nothing to take
So even more stress is what it creates
Nobody knows what I have to go through on a daily basis
God and experience is all I have to face this
I just wanna know what made this
Too much on my brain
3 seconds away from clinically insane
Still searching for a dane
Who won't leave me in need of a band-aid
As I return from a long day
I go to sleep early, wishing for this to go away
Praying this won't keep til' may
Great, I'm in a bipolar state

What is it that I deal with?
Is this what the world brings?
I speak and act
I do me and lay back
I do everything so smoothly but it ends up wack
I just try to go based on facts
Tired of the way you act
I go up and down
My life takes turns all around
This consumes and burns
// Will this be my world? //

I feel so alive!
I feel great inside
Misery strikes and thsi is what I find
Mystery equals life
So many stops on this tour
Every emotions causes a detour
Is love the cure?
What caused it in the end?
Was it the heartbreak?
The family battles or was it the fake friends?
I stay in need of a push...a motor
I hate feeling so bipolar....

What is it that I deal with?
Is this what the world brings?
I speak and act
I do me and lay back
I do everything so smoothly but it ends up wack
I just try to go based on facts
Tired of the way you act
I go up and down
My life takes turns all around
This consumes and burns
Will this be my world?

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