Bipolar: both blessing and curse
But maybe mostly blessing

Anxiety: please reverse.
I hate it! truth confessing.

Please for my sons
A life more ordinary

Not poetry, not philosophy
Not breakdowns or thoughts so scary

Happiness, peace, fun and hope
Protect them Mother Mary!

You can feel a tear welling up inside you
A pressure behind your eyes
And you know
Your eyesight blurs and your nose starts to run
And you try to hold those tears back

It's a beautiful thing to cry
To mourn
To sob quietly within
Because your mind is not in control
Your soul takes the reigns
And tears start to roll

Pure emotions start to flow
And for an instant
You are you
For an instant you realize
How much you cared
Cared enough to cry

Crying is something we tend
To be embarrassed by
But I think crying,
Releases your inner you
And it shows how overcome
A spirit can be

I was told off in English today
I maybe misunderstood
the atmosphere of a debate
when I argued that morals are taught
that kindness is false
and human nature
is nothing but *** and ******

I'm good at hiding
Can't you tell?
I whisper things
I'd rather yell.

I swear to god
I cross my heart
But you can't tell
The lies apart.

I close my eyes
So that you can't see
The one I'm showing
Really isn't me