- untitled 2 -
mirror, mirror image, facade
mask, guise, i do not laud.
let your heathen evil lie,
dark behind your loving eye.
red and green emotions boil,
oozing feelings thick as oil.
deny them of their healthy name,
validate another's fame.
stuff it down, it goes away,
but will return to haunt one day.
do not speak they won't exist,
within your mind if you resist,
change, growth, truth, reward,
courage to lay down your sword.
speak your heart it shall be freed,
of unnamed feelings that you breed,
within the walls around your soul,
that puncture deep within the whole.
hide within your little game,
deny the truth that i shall name.
mirror, mirror image, facade
mask, guise, i do not laud.
On Being Bipolar
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