Lost and empty, yet a full room of faces.
A fake smile, a masquerade mask.
Hiding behind tears, never to truly reveal
Exactly who I am.
Embarked on many adventures, had many plans
I got myself into a slump,
Taking on changes I couldn’t handle.
Now I endure these bruises, nurse these lumps,
Find some way to pull myself out of
This sadness, fear, this self inflicted slump.
I just can not get things out of my head.
Over and over my wicked mind spins,
Engulfing me in its dangerous web.
Again, Again, and again.
© Bipolarmuse 2012