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..
                                      
                                          
                                   
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Wally's Poems
PoëzieThis 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...
 
                                               
                                                  