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Bipolar
Social outcast with this disorder
They say I am two people in one
Or one person with two in me
Of what two I have, I do not know
Someday I do not even know if it is I or the other one
The one I know is decent, friendly, and generally nice
The other I have seen its works, but I do not remember when I change
People say I yelled at them when I do not remember yelling
Girls said I fucked them when I do not remember the fuck that we fucked
I have seen blood on my hands when it’s not my own
I have seen the other in the mirror, but that is not me
Some days I sit, think, and try to remember
The things the other one did
Sometimes I just sit and think of nothing, because the other is here
And the me is gone
Is the other one typing this poem?
Is the other one here with me at work?
Does this other one go home with my family every night?
When will the I return? Will the I ever return?
Am I me or am I the other? Am I both together or no one at all?
How did this happen? Why me and not someone else?
Could everyone be like me?
Is it demons possessing my soul?
Is my spirit I and my soul the other one?
If so, then the soul is so lost
The spirit cannot help it
What if my spirit is the other one?
… Then I am truly lost and it was always me.
They say I am two people in one
Or one person with two in me
Of what two I have, I do not know
Someday I do not even know if it is I or the other one
The one I know is decent, friendly, and generally nice
The other I have seen its works, but I do not remember when I change
People say I yelled at them when I do not remember yelling
Girls said I fucked them when I do not remember the fuck that we fucked
I have seen blood on my hands when it’s not my own
I have seen the other in the mirror, but that is not me
Some days I sit, think, and try to remember
The things the other one did
Sometimes I just sit and think of nothing, because the other is here
And the me is gone
Is the other one typing this poem?
Is the other one here with me at work?
Does this other one go home with my family every night?
When will the I return? Will the I ever return?
Am I me or am I the other? Am I both together or no one at all?
How did this happen? Why me and not someone else?
Could everyone be like me?
Is it demons possessing my soul?
Is my spirit I and my soul the other one?
If so, then the soul is so lost
The spirit cannot help it
What if my spirit is the other one?
… Then I am truly lost and it was always me.
Published 10th Dec 2013
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