The exhaustion of wearing the mask of normalcy, began to take it’s toll,
The inevitable day will start with or without me and I must be prepared no matter my minds eye,
I rub the sleep out of my eyes and face another unpredictable day, trying to remember the events of the night before,
The words that were spewed out in anger were not my own,
I acted on things, did things and said things that were not becoming of ME
A stranger randomly takes control and I’m left to pick up the pieces of the destruction left behind,
Holding myself up with what strength remains, I slowly approach the mirror to face myself this very day
I apply my make up and put on suitable attire for work, in almost a mechanical fashion
I was so high on life the night before and the most loved, wanted and confident one of the bunch
Not today though, today is a low day. It’s the exact opposite of yesterday.
It’s a day that the darkness manifests and thrives, and guilt slowly peaks its ugly head.
I drive silently to work and close the office door; letting all who dare know today is not the day but never knowing why
The fleeting feeling of insanity haunts me with every step I take, and than
The very next day comes….
Waking up a little more afraid of myself everyday becomes the norm
Mania, creating characteristics of feeling grand, glad, gorgeous, high, heavenly and haughty
Leaving yesterdays lessons in the rearview mirror as I dive in as the beautiful disaster I have always been
Normalcy is an otherwise mundane mortal activity and holds no interest in my eyes
Not today anyways because it is a high day
I advocate for audiences and despise interferences
Adventure lies in all avenues as I’m actively associating with strangers in bathroom stalls
I believe in fictional theories forgetting fact based beginnings
And as I stop eating or sleeping through this hazy phase
I try to fathom the nature of my thinking
As I reach a climax, I begin to sink into a depression,
What a difference from the previous mania….
I am floating forever, far gone from fenced in facts that once made sense
Further flying feelings soon fleeting, falling, forcefully
Focusing on forgotten failures as they begin to come back, with relevance
Trying to part and propel myself from pity parties that Im hosting
So I take poor perception pills that are pouring in my mouth
Popping to stabilize but the symptoms surmount and add up to my systematic separation from sanity
And so once again..I run and yearn for conversation in the height of my heart rate
excited, elevated, elated and eventually exercising the elements of evolution
eluding from stress as its soaring smoothly and standing still with my mania.
I am yet again lost in mania….