You sit there in that chair so awestruck and confused.
You seemed quite bored at first but now you look amused.
Your face reads calm and casual while I’m losing my mind,
But soon the roles will be reversed; you’ll be dramatic, not kind.
You always act this way, at first ecstatic and then fearful
Or maybe you are greedy, but then the next second you’re humble.
You can’t make up your mind and you’re indecisive all the time.
You start joking around then you decide to become laconic
Or maybe you don’t decide at all making this somewhat ironic
Maybe you’re just as mystified as I.
Could it be that we are both naïve to what’s going on inside
Your thoughts seem so obscure but why won’t you get it checked out
Because now I’m the one that’s pleading when I started with a shout.
All of these emotions taking over my quiet serene head.
It’s all happening at once I can’t even remember the words that I have said.
Was it not moments ago I was overcome with rage?
How is it now that my feelings have trapped me in a cage?
I used to be so sweet and steady but now I just feel bad.
The terrible words I’ve said to you just make me disappointed and sad.
Maybe I should the one sitting in that chair
Watching you so uneasy and vibrant yelling because you care.
I can tell that you are weary now that I’ve covered every letter but x
Describing all of these feelings that have made you so complex.
I’m surprised that you’re still yielding my zany little rant
Because understanding bipolar disorder is something that I can’t.