Bipolar Poetry

(In my best Method man's voice)

I'm antisocial & an Introvert: (Eye rolls & teeth suck) Ugh! I can't stand being online or on social media.

Like how I despise wasted and borrowed time.

I'm only online to get inspired!

You don't inspire me,

I'm on to the next!

Cause I'm not impressed!

I don't reply to messages unless I know you,

you're either family, or we've talked before,

so we're just keeping in touch or catching up.

If I message you, you should feel blessed!

I could be your muse if you let me.

Daddy, I said, "I could be your muse if you let me."

I said, Zaddy, "I could be your muse if you let me."

But even blessings come with lessons.

I'm either going to teach you not to underestimate me.

Or you're going to teach me not to trust you cause you're cursed;

you're a liar, unfaithful/you're not loyal, and you're a snake!

I'll go to hell to tell the devil to his face; he's just a demon!

It's not my desire to go on

even though I'm on fire,

and I am strong.

Like flames that burn when they are fanned and enflamed,

I can roar like a kitty, leopard, or lion.

I'm a mess. I don't protest!

(Copy my style, but keep it up)