I am you, but you're not.
Don't think about,
Just write,
Words you've held so tight.
Let the rhyme flow,
Let the time go.
Describe me well,
Say it,
Forbidden to yell.
Oh, black out.
Whisper,
Forbidden to shout.
Listen to the words,
What can be worse?
Never mind,
Too weak, too blind.
What is that I hear?
Crying, is that a tear?
Young eyes, now soured.
I bite, then devour.
Now freeze
Rotten breeze.
Oh, blissed disease.
I speak, you shut.
Angry, so what.
I am you, but you're not.
Because bipolarity might be the clue. :thumb145261166: