Gravity

When depression
Lifts its oppression 
And mood shifts
Switches 
Not gradually
Or with warning 
I feel
Smile
I can’t control it
My heart pounds

Empathetic energy
Types words of encouragement 
To strangers

But again 
Hateful 
Switches

I hate you
I want to fuck
Shut the fuck up!

My skull pieces 
Pulsate 
The content
Fragmented and sharp 

Hypomania’s
Beautiful Fibonacci sequences
Have been ripped apart 
And left me with the garbage

Normalcy exerts
It’s oppressive gravity  
She holds me 
For now

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