This way, that way, which way,
No way!
Well it’s something I can’t say.
Now, it’s Elation which I feel,
Oh wait,
What is this sadness that grips me?
Please don’t tell me it’s my mood swing.
I stop, I pause, I ceased me,
Well, now I am running from my mood swings.
Panicking like a child,
Changing my mind,
Like changing my clothes.
Dynamic like a tide,
My Heart is on a rollercoaster ride.
Fear, terror, laughs and temper,
Running to and fro in motion,
Fighting for their turn to come,
Impossible to bring them under domination.
In a blink of eye, i am darn shit crazy,
Then the other moment, I’ll be happy go lucky.
Sometimes I am sweet as candy,
That makes me fantastic and attractive.
But, my tongue can be sarcastic,
That’s when I become pathetic,
And a bit psychotic.
At times, I can be a chatterbox,
Unaware of the fact when to stop.
But my mood can make me quiet for hours,
Speechless and reserved,
Impossible to utter a single word.
Sometimes, my mood, swings by the music,
Changing its pattern so acoustic.
On certain days,
I enjoy white stroke of clouds in the sky,
I enjoy the whisper of leaves moved by.
But sometimes,
These details displease me,
I let myself sinking and drowning.
I wish I could be stable,
My mind wanders, it’s unsettled.
My mood swings, are hard to decipher,
Because it’s both packed and shattered.
You nailed this poem. This is what it’s like to be manic depressive. Highs & Lows. Awesome piece!
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Thanks. Your comment made my day.☺️ I can really help my mood swings
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Sorry, I mean I can’t really help my mood swings 😀☺️
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Reblogged this on Beckie's Mental Mess and commented:
“Ray of Sunshine” posted this particular poem, which truly encompasses what it’s like to be manic. Love this poem.
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