My mind is a stoplight
It changes from three points of views
My mood switches from one to another constantly.
The feelings that were there before fall into the deep hole of my subconscious
I am now a person you would never hope to know.

Bipolar as my wife’s grandmother
Emotional as an infant
Insane as Lindsey Lohan.

You could say all these and be correct
But you can’t possibly imagine
The things I faced when I was just a tyke.
An unusual and unloving mother
As bipolar as I am
I was in the dark damp clutches of a hole without space
Where it is absolutely impossible to escape.