Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Bi-Polar

"Bi-Polar"

I was so pleased to meet you,
But you never told me 2 months down the line when I speak to you,
That you'll have 2 more personalities beneath you,

Its unfortunate because your so easy to speak to,
All 3 of you, but two of you were uneasily seen and see through.

If I wasn't so sprung off your face when your smile's up,
I would of seen all your personalities pile up,
And its a lot of you's that pile up,
I could probably measure all your personalities a mile up.

And it sucks because I was starting to like you,
Not the other two, just specifically the nice you.

I wonder if when your mom was in labor, did it feel like she was pushing out triplets,
Consisting of you, and your other two personality misfits.

I just wish you would miss me with the bullshit,
And push your other two personalities off a cliff,
Get rid of them, make them non-exist,
Or at least warn dudes about them when game they start to spit.

Idunno what you change more, denim or attitudes.
You got acrobatic moods, that flip back n forth from lack of appreciation to showing gratitude.

One day your pleasantly nice,
The next day your acting rude,
In a jurrasic park type of mood,
Please get me off this island and
Away from your prehistoric attitude.

But God forbid me to come home from work with a bad attitude,
And act a fool,
Then you'll look at me funny like I broke one of God's commandment rules.

I'm tired of your double standards and rules,
I only signed up to be nice to you,
Not the other two,
Personalities that belong to you.

I'm sick and tired of you,
I wish all three of you,
Would go sit down, shut up, and
Think about all the crap you put me through.

Then turn the tables and think about if it was me snappin back at you,
Complaining about your hats and shoes,
And tellin you when and where you should wear them then laugh at you.

Because your not formal enough,
I guarantee soon you'll erupt,
And explode all your emotions on me
Like junk piled up
On the back of a garbage truck.

Now I'm no doctor, so I couldn't tell you what your problem is,
But I'm not stupid either,
Your not slow, dumb, mental neither,
Nor are you in pain from a cavity filled molar,
Quite frankly I just think your Bi-Polar.

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