Mood swings , one for each day

Different thought patterns,
For different days.

A list of goals, all started
But not one finished.
I want to run and scream! My shyness has diminished.

Now I want to dance, another task gone unfinished

I’ll spend the money that’s due for the light.

I’ll go towards my closet and pick out an outfit right for the night,
Make sure it’s going to enlighten my curves, and easy to take off.

This will go on for days
Maybe even a month,
Followed by a depression of months, lowered self-esteem and back into basketball shorts.

Don’t ask me about running some miles, or dancing to some tunes
I want you to leave me alone, and get out of the room.

There’s only one thought that goes through my head
No goals for the month
I’d rather play dead

I want to sit and not be talked to, 
Or hear your stories that involve other’s decay.

This is a view of what involves being bi-polar, 
A few symptoms omitted,
Many emotions left unsaid,
It’s quite unlikely, 
I’ll share them all in this linear thread