Moods of BiPolar

Mood burning very bright
I can’t think about what is right
Nor can I think about what is not
Judgment surely is shot.

Mood burning very dim
I can not manage to do much for him
sleep seems like the best escape
so I will crawl into my slumber cape.

Mood burning in the middle
I feel as though I am playing second fiddle
I am ready to scream at the top of my lungs
I have no patience for anyone.

Irritability is my middle name
I feel ready to burn up in flames
If someone pushes me over the edge
Be forewarned:

I will hit you with my sledge……
Hammer.
One thing at a time