Someone Said Bipolar

Time and time again I must sit
rearranging thoughts in the mayhem
that is my wretched mind. Laughing
insanely while crying tears I stand
confused while being amused.

 

Up and down I swing from point to point
looking for meaning as I was born
a glass child who grew into a lady with
many cracks and breaks. I’m scarred
for life, but still holding strong.

 

Walking and driving through dirt and stone
I stop to think searching for my own
path to follow wondering what other
purposes do I have to go on living
the way I have or if I should fly.

 

Time and time again I sit confused
putting pieces together that don’t fit
as I prevail and fail. Though as much
as I have been confused I do know
one thing for sure; real love exists.