Bipolar

It’s 10:09 am when you open your eyes

Everything seems fine

Wiping the crust from the corners of your eye

You get out of bed and take your morning piss

 

10:30 hits as you rush to class

Taking the seat in the middle

For once, determined to be

A good student

 

Somewhere in the midst of the

Molecular theory of matter

You get hit with a wave of fog

Clouding any thoughts and ideas you may have once had

 

Your mind drifts into the alluring darkness

How did you end up here?

Trying you best to focus on the movement of molecules

You fail miserably

 

Confusion then swarms you

Your eyes become moist

Self worthlessness, self hatred and

Loneliness become you

 

You grab your bag and coat

Rushing to be anywhere but there

Looking in the mirror, letting the tears flow freely

Metamorphosis

 

Your phone rings, interrupting your grief

It feels like endless chatter

All you can think of is taking the edge off

You end the call and sink back into your self destruction