This way, that way
  All over the place
He said, she said
  I am a disgrace

I stumbled and fumbled
  And my soul fell ******
But grateful to those
  Who do the study

I might not seem hurt
  when you take your first look
But next time you'll see
  I'm dangling by a hook

It pokes and drives deeper
  As i struggle to get loose
And I scream and I holler
"Oh what's the use?!"

I was about to accept
  That bipolar stigma
When the news flashed
  That killer was a bipolar enigma

Oh no!
  Now here we go
All those bipolars
  Are freaks you know

They all looked at each other
  With absolute wonder
As the ground opened up
  And the bipolars fell under

How dare they so foolishly speak
  Without even a blink
I so fear my life
  Is again on the brink

One down, two down
  Three on the verge
Thank you society
  For your so selfish gurge!

Ours is like a strand of yarn
Stretched across a narrow gap
Though the wind berates
And the rain pours out in the summer storm
It will not break, it will endure
But perhaps in time will sag and fray
As if we let it so to go
Or even chose to cut it down
Because you have your own phone lines now
Made of woven steel and unbroken arms
As we were just a childhood yarn
Or a single strand between two hearts

As she breaks and burns,
Through this narrowing night,
Her ointment of prowess
Takes over the duty,
A fraction of lumens,
Yet just as bright
To those glaring eyes.

As she howls over this hill,
She echoes through trees,
Snapping twigs as she goes,
Turning us to stone,
As we stare
At medusa of the night.

I take a lot of
online personality quizzes
and hope that
they know more
about me
than I do