What's with you and your bipolar opinions?
You keep writing them by the millions
Stacks and stacks of my unpublished poems
They're mediocre, just dull enough for me not to post them
This is what I've become
Apathy and nihilism have begun
They were always there I guess
But now my mind has become such a mess
I would go on about love and misery and sorrow
Maybe continue with a rant on hatred, confusion and the heart that was borrowed
It's funny, how much I don't care anymore
How laughable, you always thought my jokes were a bore
I'm neutral about writing
My love for art dwindling
My passion for riding needs kindling
With my happiness you were fiddling
I guess it's really true, my mind is lost
I guess giving you up was the cost
