stuck on a fairground pirate ship, <br />swinging up and down, <br />down and up. <br />feeling bloody sick, <br />high and then low, <br />low and then high, <br />watching the world flying by. <br />this is how i operate, <br />this is how my mind is, <br />manic deppression, <br />bi polar disorder, <br />fucking wierdo, <br />it doesnt matter what you call it, , <br />sometimes it bad sometimes its bliss. <br />one day i can shop till i drop, <br />other days i cannot move a muscle, <br />from the unbearable wieght of sadness. <br />stuck on a fairground pirate ship, <br /> and i do, <br />and i dont like it<br /><br />Not Long Left<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/stuck-on-a-fairground-pirate-ship-how-a-manic-de/
