Somedays I Can'T Help It. Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

My moods is the pendulum that swings.
Every day there different.
Tick, tick.
Which way will he go today?
Over the edge.
Honest boy looking to confess from all the guilt.
Hate and regret rolled into one.
Love and being lonesome at the same time.
I feel so manic.
Bipolar can't ever explain me.
Some days I'm in the deepest darkest depression.
Psychologically unstable, yet there is nothing wrong with me.
The perfect front.
Just so quiet, ask anyone.
Only with pen and paper am able to orchestrate, or contemplate how I feel.
It's been drilled into me that I don't matter.
Just so god damn insignificant.
Am I attention seeking?
Do I got that nasty habit.
Jump rabbit, jump rabbit.
Sleeping in the blood of my dreams.
Waking up to hate myself.
With completely twisted and distorted thoughts.
Flaming agony, a constant burning and I am told it is all in my head.
Whom I suppose to believe.
Over dramatic, constantly overreacting, physical violent towards objects.
Throwing chairs, uttering words like I got territs.
People look at me and think skits.
But some days I just can't help it.