I think I'm Bi-Polar

Pretty much my life story, I guess. Just some of my problems in poetry form.

It overcomes me like a wave.
I can be fun and flirty, then all of a sudden, want to cry.
I can be high of the throes of life,
then all of a sudden want mine to end.

That I can think I'm beautiful and perfect one minute,
And the next swear to myself to stop eating so then at least I'll be skinny.
I can be Laughing and smiling,
then be holding back tears, and the urge to cut.

How I can be thinking I don't need the razor for my happiness,
then need it more then ever to bleed away the empty ache in my soul.
I can be wide awake and content,
Then all of a sudden have a hard time holding my eyes open.

I think I may be Bi-Polar.

Author's Note

Highlight the yellow if you can't read it.
Sorry, I thought I'd add colour to add visual effect to the moods.