Yikes!

A bipolar soul is never split equally in half
It’s an overpowering voice in your head
Never allowed to weigh the options
Weighing only in heavy emotions
Written works
And film strips

I can’t feel the way you want me to
I’m not going to compensate for what you lack in
My identity is sporadic
The best part of having a personality disorder is I’m never the same
I can change & flow however I like

I’m better
Because I’ve never had to prove who I was

I’m morning coffee you need
I’m the book you use to reference
I’m the lube you need to stroke harder
My name has never sounded better in your mouth
Full of spite & hate

It must exhaust you
That no one can make you feel this way
So f*****g low