Bipolar

Too young to grow up
Too old to be a child
These feelings pent up
For more than awhile…

Too quiet to be noticed
Too loud to be ignored
With all in this life
How can I be bored?

Too thoughtful to give up
Too selfish to care
How much more of this pain
Can my poor soul bare?

Too blessed to be abused
Too violated to feel free
How in the world
Could all of this happen to me?

Too united to be missing
Too lonely to be found
I barely know what
Makes my world go round…

Too happy to ignore
Too troubled to acknowledge
How did I end up this way
With all of my knowledge?

Too creative to be ordinary
Too dull to be unique…
All of this uncertainty
Makes me feel like a freak…

Too difficult to be deciphered
Too simple to be misread
Unable to get this chaos
Out of my head…

Too pure to be tainted
Too corrupt to be clean
Powerless to figure out
What all of this means…

Too exhausted to keep writing
Too revived to end
This is one way
I help my heart mend…