Serenity this Mourning

At times I awaken, a stirring inside.

Frustration so torturous, too deep to abide.

Boiling and breaking, rigid hatred in my veins.

 

Oh sweet Serenity, how I wish I could change.  

The anger stands waiting, to push me aside.

Wailing and mourning, my sick sweet suicide.

 

Patience please allow, my mental mind to slow.

If only my true self could finally show.

 

There are days when the madness drives me away,

And other times, yes, it begs me to stay.

 

Oh how I wish…if I only knew how,

To slay this woeful great beast…but I’m bipolar for now. 

Author's Note

Honesty please. I'm open to suggestions.