08 Mar

Oft’ times I am too serious,
I have to lighten up.
My drama seems delirious,
I wish it would just stop.

I’m torn between the black and white;
a smile and a frown.
In me, there rages quite a fight,
I make a sorry clown.

I can be bipolar
though I’ve never seen a shrink,
and always a controller
will force me out of sync.

But I’m tired of this split in me
of being ripped in two;
at times, I would just love to be
without the fear of you.



© –Limericist 2007

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