...they certainly must be

these inescapable self misfit self marvellous personality explosions!...

these quiet contortions of survival...

these superb unknown reminders!...

these delicate and scary afraid unbecoming...!

I never expect what I will do...

I don't know how I cope....

I try to find a shape....

...I am surrounded by shapes....awkward shapes dangerous shapes...

...the distance between me and it?...

the correct shape!?...

I stagger in malformed discomfort....

here and there...

perhaps it's my turn to trust whatever shape decides to wrap me within itself...

I can cry all disfigured forever and yet this bipolar world welcomes me and comforts me...

...I am cool

nothing went wrong.....

that's my bipolar skill