On top of the world one day, happy as can be
Then suddenly starring at the ground with a lack of glee
A reason isn't necessary, I must let it be
A different person every day how I miss the old me.
I'm kind but I'm rude, I'm joyful, but I'm depressed
My attitude constantly shifts and is very difficult to suppress.
They say I have no control over my disorder,
However, I plan to prove them wrong
Anything is possible, no matter how long
I have all of the power I need to be where I belong.
This battle was fun but has struck its last hour
I am capable of recognizing my emotions without the need to inquire.
The next step is investigating and revising them as far as they run
When the bad ones come, I'll be ready for the fight
This fight is the flight into a good place,
Where I will smile despite my status at the end of the race.
Following this pace, with confidence on my face, this is how
I will win the case.
Jun 8, 2021
Jun 8, 2021 at 12:53 AM UTC