Split 50/50

One of my many poems to come trying to explain what a bipolar goes through

Awww,

Look at me,

I am such a cutie,

so sweet looking

with my dimples.

See my rosy cheeks?

My bright blue eyes?

Long blonde hair?

I just

look

sweet

Ahhh,

but don't they say...

looks can be decieving.

And with me they most definitely are.

I am not gemini,

but those MPD twins do dwell within me

split personalities I have all the same.

I am leo

Spotlight hogging

fun loving

and messy in all situations

Leo.

So what am I also doing

being a Virgo

Anal Retentive

Left Brained

Perfectionistic

Organized

Virgo....

two lethal combinations...

seriously.

Then there is of course my directions...

How can anyone be fire...

and Earth?!?!?

My diagnosis,

I am Bipolar...

not unipolar

which means just one.

Not Tripolar

which is three,

thank God that's not me!

But I am Bipolar.

In this happenstance there are two

TWO OF ME!

I snap and out pops two.

There is of course,

the happy relaxed

easy going me,

the one that can always have a laugh

but flip that coin,

choose heads or tails

and before that money will fall

you see that other side

the one I try so hard to hide

My psycho side

My dark side,

She sometimes just comes out anal retentive

sometimes cranky

sometimes irritated

sometimes I just go nuclear

but whatever happens when that alternate personality comes out

I do not like

It is not me,

NO

I will not take responsibility

She is someone else,

I will not take hold of her

For she is on her own

Just make her leave my sight

I don't wish to see her anymore

I don't wish to be her anymore.

This hideous beast.

Please

Please

Please

remove her from me.

Author's Note

Not really my best work but I am searching through my saved poetry/prose to find the ones that I had half a mind at a time to save