The highs

Moods swing as a pendulum
I drink the potion
I run into the phone booth, change costumes
Teeter
I'm a stealth jet
I'm a free bird, soaring happily
I'm on top of the world
I'm a rising cake in life's oven
I'm a bi-polar poetess

The lows

The pendulum abruptly stops swinging
I drink the other potion
Kryptonite, thrown at my feet
Totter
Two of my motors lose power
One word, shot from your lips,
shoots me down, immediately
I hit an iceberg, start sinking
Someone opened the oven door, and I fall
My life as a bi-polar poetess

5/24/2008
POETDONTKNOWIT
WRITING IT HER WAY