There is so much more to me than meets the eye,
I’m like a punch bowl spiked with too much liquor.
One mixed drink later and my feelings are all over the place,
Bipolar, ADD, Depression...All these labels on me.
“Are you ok?”
Yes of course
“You sure?”
Yes! (No)
Depression hits me like a train sometimes,
Just out of the light and into the blue.
I mean, I am like the train in a sense,
My problems can’t find room on the inside anymore so they cling to me on the outside…
“Are you ok?”
Yes of course
“You sure?”
Yes! (No)
My tears fall like rain from my clouded eyes,
It’s not drought season yet dear.
When will it be?
Will it ever be?
“Are you ok?”
Yes of course
“You sure?”
Yes! (No)
It’s finally light outside,
The clouds are gone.
“Hey you? Wanna go for a ride?”
“Sure just hold on!”
“Are you ok?”
Yes of course
“You sure?”
Yes!
This time I am...
Wrote this in Creative Writing