You say one
Thing
Than you say
Something else
Totally opposite
You go from
Happy to
Mad
With the snap
Of your fingers
I can never
Guess
What mood
You're going
To be in
I always have to
Walk on eggshells
No matter what
I do
You can either
Be happy or
Extremely mad
I know you need
Meds
But you say your
Normal
No you're not
You need some
Meds
To control
The emotional
Chaos you
Go through
Because you take
It out on me
That's not right
I don't deserve
Your backlash
I'm already going
Through
My own
Bipolar stuff
And I am on
Meds
You are spirling
Out of control