Manic Depressive Me

Swing high so high i fly my thoughts lost swirled clouds in a psychosis sky      
And my ride..this 2 wheeled chariot..      
Carries hard my swift shift of extreme fast furious nuts to slow cavernous space case    
Swung low so low i am close to burried alive by self imposed isolation and paranoia      
     
And they dont understand when your wheels shift fast to raving judgemental bitch      
"Friends" forget who you truely are see you through one episode of bad behavior, irrational thought display      
Naked in a pile of exposed vs naked with my smile...and exposed teehee!  
My normal sunshine self ravished by delusion    
Throwing rocks right on through my fragile glass house..  
Breaking windows..  
Shut doors..     
Leaving my friends with bruises      
And me bloodied by shame..      
But the real ones know you are Jen      
Supportive loving and the same.      
But i've learned not to endulge and when i do slip...      
I dust off and smile to beat back another day the hell bitch!!!      
     
See my frantic race of the tortoise and the hair..      
No cautionary bunny tale...      
Think the mentally ill are weak?      
Babydoll you wouldn't last a day fighting off my mind freak..      
You can call me fucking Sugah Ray!      
Yep..A fucking nightmare being defined insane...      
I wear a smile though..      
It's my illness. NOT my name.      
     
(comp entry for institutionalized)