TOUCH THE SKY

The rise and fall of someone with Bipolar

Whirling, Twirling, round and round

Remember the swirl of the merry go round?

Long winding roads to a place far away

Oh the joy, oh the fun, oh the potters clay

 

Feeling so high you could touch the sky

Going and going no time to stop

Dust mop, a can of pop, and a trip to the shop

The energy is grand, like a big bass band

 

Sleep does not come, even when you try

What have I become? What have I done?

Let's get on a plane, and say goodbye

Let's have some fun, let's see the hot sun

 

What's going on? What is your problem?

Why are you screaming? What are you doing?

Leave them alone, they did nothing to you

Go Take a hike, go get on your bike

 

Crash and burn, I knew that would be

Have to come down, your the talk of the town

Your not very well, you are just a shell

Dark room, soft music, your blanket and bed

Is where you need to be for a while

Author's Note

Starts out on a high, starts to fall getting irritable and angry, and then crashing down.

Reviews

[Sorry Infamous]

A hard subject to touch... and interesting to read. I liked how you used the swirl of the merry-go-round as a metaphor for euphoric feelings. I did notice some grammatical errors, mainly that you use your instead of you're in the last stanza.