Sometimes I am the king of the world.
Sometimes I feel like a loser.
I know it is the Bipolarity nuisance.
How I wish to break free.
I fight battles in my mind,
With my mind, and the others
In my eccentric mind.
Mindless mind games all night.
This irrationality of life
Puts me off, I sleep
And run around finding an escape.
Mornings, as a result are tiring.
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