Up swings
Low swings
Irritable swings
Whenever the bell rings.
Time to change so soon?
Oh thankyou for the gloom
Its not like I needed mental room
I'll just listen to your tune.
Is it time for bed,
Or are you not done yet?
This endless strain of thoughts
Feeling like I'm making a case In front of the courts
Barely awake, but barely conscious?
You'll wish you'd had your bedroom blessed
Demons looming above and below
Looking so real,  even seeing them crawl
Its not for the faint hearted
A fair few times I've upped and darted
Then I realise they're visions within my mind
Creating up images that are the most unkind
Still it doesn't make me fear them less
Nor does it cause me any less stress
Is that shadow or sound a ghost,
Or is my brain the producing host?
Do these eery children exist,
Or is it my nightmares enjoying their bliss?
Aggitated without just cause
Yet unable to press pause
Snapping at people with fanged jaws
Unable to retract my claws
Crying for no apparent reason
Perhaps it's just that gloomy season
Or the irrational thoughts that fuel them
You wipe them away and get up again
Not by choice, it's the next show
This time mania is having a go
Never mind you feeling low,
It's finally your time to glow!
Restless beyond words
Every idea becomes a dare
The days and nights pass in a blur
Never stopping, not even for air

Up swings
Low swings
Irritable swings
Whenever the bell rings...

Time to change so soon?