Bi-Personality Disorder

Inside my bones there is a vibrant terrible restlessness

I wake up in the morning without any semblance of control

In my heaving chest there is a searing breaking hopeless mess

My once full heart and my mysterious eyes turn unbearably cold

With blindingly white hot flames running wild through my veins

Refuse to let loose my shaking hand on the reins

The numerous scars of my mind breaking open my wounds

Hope against hope the medicine starts working sometime soon

I can do naught but lay and cry until I am entirely spent

Fight my anger and push some kind of smile then lament

And then start the tedious work to prevent

The next time my feeble mind is bent.