Bi-polar

Happy happy, happy would be nice if I was,
 but its just a feeling there is no meaning,
Its so exciting so much to do,
the buzz it just takes over you,
free as can be yet I feel so controlled,
my obscure behaviour cant be sold.

my life story condemned as its told,
Aliens, Armageddon and psychic ability,
who are you to tell me that's not stability,
Life's an adventure different for you and me,
no time for nothing it will eventually be.

Full of life, love in me soul,
thankful for the beauty god gave me,
but wait far to self obsessed really what beauty is there to see,
tights swapped for slobs writing poetry I sob.

Then comes the sad sad sad,
constantly thinking of the family I once had,
what was once an adventure is now just mad,
no sense to be found not a word not a sound,
nothing will help thank god for my health,
missed important dates lost all me mates,
who are you to slate,
oh no here comes the sway i wish it would just go away.