Bipolar

two by two
more times than one
her scattered mind holds true

to tighten the grip
of slow and sane
her smile is just a game

alone she cries
apart for miles
alone she crumbles forth

back from the dead
she dreams of rest
her peace is nevermore

two by two
more times than one
she hides her blades of wrath

today she can't
tomorrow she can
and over again it goes

two by two
more times than one
curling up into a ball

all alone
and no one knows
what's next before the fall