I don't know if it can be attributed to the stars,
Or if it's just in my blood,
Maybe both,
But, there is an internal war,
Within myself,

Yin and yang,
Both inside my soul,
The two parts that make me,
Are as different as can be,
Like night and day,

Caring and compassionate,
I'd give up all I have for those I love,
Ask me for help,
And, you know I'd come running,
Even at three in the morning,

When my cycles shift,
The story changes,
Don't bother me,
It's not my problem,
Haven't you got someone else who can help you?

Determined,
Ready to take on the world,
There is nothing I can't do,
I will be a best selling author, an Oscar winner, a Broadway star,
And, the best mommy, daughter, worker, and friend,

Sulking,
Lying in bed,
I don't want to get dressed,
Some days, I eat all day or sometimes nothing at all,
I'm a loser, a failure, and you're all better off without me,

I confuse many,
Even myself,
Bi-polar is a nasty disorder,
And, when untreated,
You never know which me you'll get,

When in control,
I still have relapses,
That just comes with the territory,
But, to love me,
Is to know me, all of me...the walking contradiction.