Description: my problems are mine alone who am i to ruin or intrude on the merrimaking of those who deserve it.
and life goes on -------------------------------------------
Am I crazy to be annoyed by my own insanity?
I generally find myself expressing it with vanity.
My mind is like something not to be let out of a cage.
Since I’m bipolar I have shifted to only thoughts of rage.
I am split in two, as I switch from day to day.
During these switches I forget to watch what I say.
Shall I show my face so dismal and upset?
I hold it in and smile as I remember my regret.
I do it not for me but for the people close.
If their joy is so solemn, who am I to impose?
I indulge in their success and smile back when the smile.
I am trying to mend my heart all the while.
I try not to ruin the extravagance of their celebration.
I constantly fear they’ll notice my hesitation.
It is a sure sign of my lament.
I must consort myself to their merriment.
Some would consider this a selfless act.
It is nothing more than an attempt to sever contact.
You think me holy enough to ring the church bell.
My true destiny is to fall into hell.
wow! very nice... interesting tooo... it made me sit up and read. the rhyming is very good and so is the matter of fact kind of description... i liked it a lot, but the concept almost evokes pity
Submission Name: and life goes on
