my polly

For years and years I lived my fears...
For all my life, ive cried out tears...
Days been up and days been down...
Sometimes days without a sound...
Doctors visits, pills to take...
Yes for mine and others sake...
Days to days and weeks to weeks...
Months to months and years ive seeked...
For why my life is up and down...
Emotions going round and round...
One day up and oh so good...
Happy, smiling like I should...
Then a bummer, I feel down...
Walk around without a sound...
Then depressed and feeling bad...
Oh the tears, I feel so sad...
But the anger, its the worst...
God, I feel I have been cursed...
Oh to just be free of me...
Not this mess I seem to be...
This the other way I feel...
It is just as bigger deal...
I call the other side of me...
the other me, is called Polly...
Sometimes I feel ,I want to holler...
Im not just bad tempered!
Im cursed with Bi-polar...