Bi-Polar

I smile unhappily trying
to keep away from my reluctant
depression impulses.
My mind loses another screw
as days pass on.

My soul cracks into an enigma
falling peice by piece into
the acid-filled pit of my
stomach.

Crying out for place in this
world, my thoughts are bound
with fear of illusions so distant.
Gaining more strength over my mind,
the illusions become real.

Seeping through the iron bars
that seal my heart,
my hopes and dreams leak out
turning into masive pain in my chest.

My sanity has lost itself in a dark
and confused world.