This is a poem about me feeling all over the place because I kept having mood swings:
Up and Down, Up and Down go my moods as they fling ,
As unsure of where i am as a yo-you played on a string.
One moment im up the next im down without a second to think,
As myslef though my words sprawled out onto canvas with ink.
Am i here or am i there or am i anywhere?
My uncontious left alone in its dispair.
Whilst with the rest my contious with smile on.
So does it matter if im here or there or gone? <3