by Tala B. Anatawi
The thoughts swirl & twirl
Obsessed with any vision the
eyes see. Or any of the senses I
sense. It's my brain
It. It shouts it's a
new beginning! My neurons
are positive. I respond: Oh thanks.
But I forgot. I forgot that
I'm bipolar.
I am indeed.
I'm obsessed with being so positive then
breaking down is wicked
Life when you can predict
your ominous downfall.
It's like walking on a thin line
that would either make you fall to
Utopia or endless affliction.
But when you fall into Utopia
the next day comes the endless affliction. Oh, I mean the
next cycle. The brainy cycle. The neurotic
cycle.One day I'm a pianist
the other, I'm intolerant of music.
But wait, that's just happening in
my head.
Nobody saw anything.
I can change it covertly.
And fake my love to my piano again.
I already have the skill.
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