One minute I'm so sad I can't get out of bed,
Then suddenly I'm so anxious and angry I can't stop moving.
The cycles are happening twice a day.
I just want to feel somewhere in the middle again.
Manic. Depressive. Manic. Depressive.
Where is the middle ground?
What happened to my balance I had for so long?
I want my balance back.
Please come back balance..
YOU ARE READING
Wally's Poems
ŞiirThis is a collection of poems I have written. I will continue to add more and more poems as I write them. I will try to keep them in the order I wrote them in, but that won't always be possible. Through these poems I am expressing myself and tellin...