bipolar DO

salam..

i've found this one poem in a blog before..

i dont know but somehow i think it really gave me a deep feeling after i read it..

the title is _ _ _split personality.. (haha quite scary rite..??!!)

this is how it goes..

Every time that I cry, she is all smiles,
she flirts and coos; my mouth fills with bile.
Whenever I’m angry, she’s acting pleased,
when she breathes easy, I only wheeze.

In times of trouble she runs and hides
while I’m stuck to deal with bumpy rides.
In the good times, she seems so happy,
it’d be no surprise, if no one noticed me.

Outside she’s confident; inside I’m scared,
I’m so scrambled; she’s always prepared.
I’m such a loner; she knows everyone,
I’m stuck inside, and she sees the sun.

The person I am is too embarrassing,
because I would be laughing, and oh, I would sing.
Then I would flip – be completely changed
I would act angry; crazy; deranged.

I’ve created this character, an alternate view.
She’s doing exactly what you think she should do.
I am locked up, and I can’t be free.
I won’t let anyone discover the real me.