Split

I'm cracking,

Breaking,

it's too much,

all too much.

I curl in the corner

and let it pour out.

a bitter sweet release.

I gulp down chocolate,

dissolving on my tongue,

to distract from the weight.

I feel like I'm barely held together,

tape, string, glue,

a mess waiting to collapse.

then light

I laugh and laugh

until I can't feel anything

I run and prance,

reveling in the sun,

in my freedom.

even though I'll curl up in the corner,

and cry and cry and cry,

until my cheeks are crusty and I can't see.

I get up. I go out.

I get happiness.

I make laughter.

And I hold myself together.

Author's Note

...I don't know.

Reviews

[alexlessah]

very nice emotions show here.

[Charley]

I like it. Very good. Great emotions, I can totally tell what you're feeling in this poem

[Daniel Atkinson]

Sounds to me like the subject is bipolar. I hope I'm not pointing out the obvious here. This was very well written, and a great representation of split emotion.