Manic HighA Poem by KlineXcreedIn regards to bipolar.
Because I feel a manic high.
Developing among my mental pride. Unfold the layers among my soul. Unravel the string of self control. Pull at the division of ultimate power. Piece by piece invent feelings and well developed ideas, Exploding within my very being. Feeding the energy that grows inside. Behind this hallow body's hide. For I see, I can touch the sun. Merge within its fiery touch. I can do whatever I please. Lost outside, beyond reality. I see, I am a super human. Of rare supremacy. © 2016 KlineXcreed |
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1 Review Added on June 19, 2016 Last Updated on June 19, 2016 AuthorKlineXcreedBloomington, INAboutI am one yet to write about the experience. Let's get started.! more..Writing
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