'Bipolar' Poem by Tessa Nielsen

You are so empty and hollow.
Do things really have to be this way?
Everywhere I go you will follow!
Often at times I want to run away.
You are consumed by only yourself.
Your moods are like the seasons.
Oh, why can't you be a book, to be so easily put on the shelf.
I can only give you a million reasons.
But no, you won't listen.
For you are the know-it-all, the queen of the parasites.
Oh look, it's Miss America, always on top of the fashion.
And yes drama queen I am sick of the fights.
Not to worry, someday you will learn.
You will find the errors in your pattern!