...but I hate me and I love me...

up and down...

I watch the world like it's new...every minute...

my highs are so superb and frightening,, even I am not afraid...

and my downs are hospital beds and shackles

.....

I don't understand inbetween....I just have nightmares of what I am capable of

the mad boy....in-determinate....angry....nasty....

bipolar makes my borderline an intoxicating experience....

at my best I am worst...

and I don't find out until a few days later