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Manic
I'm outside in the never-ending dark,
and the cold is embracing me with abnormality.
The double-sided knife of love left a mark,
As the rain washes away my blood with finality.
Once again, you went from pure happiness,
To anger and violence in a matter of moments.
I am not sure why I continue to put up with this,
Why I continue to push on when I already know it.
You're heart is pouring in sunshine and rage,
Every time I speak I start to panic, panic.
You're emotions are keeping me in a cage,
Why won't you admit you're manic, manic?
Again, I'm all alone and you're screaming out my name.
I don't know how I can respond to you and your emotions,
Not sure how I can word it when you make me feel so insane!
You're ever-changing heart is an engulfing, dark ocean.
Why won't I admit this to myself?
Why don't I admit it...?
My heart is pouring in sunshine and rage,
Every time I speak I start to panic, panic.
My emotions make me feel like I'm in a cage,
But I just can't seem to admit I'm manic, manic...
and the cold is embracing me with abnormality.
The double-sided knife of love left a mark,
As the rain washes away my blood with finality.
Once again, you went from pure happiness,
To anger and violence in a matter of moments.
I am not sure why I continue to put up with this,
Why I continue to push on when I already know it.
You're heart is pouring in sunshine and rage,
Every time I speak I start to panic, panic.
You're emotions are keeping me in a cage,
Why won't you admit you're manic, manic?
Again, I'm all alone and you're screaming out my name.
I don't know how I can respond to you and your emotions,
Not sure how I can word it when you make me feel so insane!
You're ever-changing heart is an engulfing, dark ocean.
Why won't I admit this to myself?
Why don't I admit it...?
My heart is pouring in sunshine and rage,
Every time I speak I start to panic, panic.
My emotions make me feel like I'm in a cage,
But I just can't seem to admit I'm manic, manic...
Published 9th Apr 2012
| Edited 10th Apr 2012
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10th Apr 2012 1:01am
This "creeps" up on me in an odd way, having spent 5 years teaching special needs kids and believing firmly that to some extent educators do end up resembling their students even if in small ways.
The conclusion leaves me wanting to know more! (hint, hint)
The conclusion leaves me wanting to know more! (hint, hint)
10th Apr 2012 1:03am
Ha ha! Thank you for the feedback, Jazz! (:
I actually have a brother who is Bipolar, and as much as I love him I just always felt like one second I'm out alone in the rain, bleeding, and the next he's trying to hold me close. Shortly after he moved out I began to have bad random emotional outbursts and I was later diagnosed as Hypomanic because of the trauma he inflicted, that's why I wrote this. ^ ^
Maybe I'll write a second part to this poem, since I did end it curtly.
I actually have a brother who is Bipolar, and as much as I love him I just always felt like one second I'm out alone in the rain, bleeding, and the next he's trying to hold me close. Shortly after he moved out I began to have bad random emotional outbursts and I was later diagnosed as Hypomanic because of the trauma he inflicted, that's why I wrote this. ^ ^
Maybe I'll write a second part to this poem, since I did end it curtly.
10th Apr 2012 1:06am
A good beat. And I love how it goes from the focus of one person to yourself.
10th Apr 2012 1:08am
