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I write a lot about my depression. Now here's a stab at my mania. |
| mind is like a plasma ball - my body is too. fingers of electricity massage every inch of my skin crackling in the air between me and everything. can't sit still. can't sleep. can't stop these thoughts making me feel invincible. I'm becoming ever more wild. which face should I fear? this warrior woman or the girl with no hope I left behind? or is it that I should fear us both? it has to be one or the other. am I weak or strong? do I give in or fight? always driven to go against the norm. this Empress needs her Crown. it's such a thin line, insanity. |