I want simple thoughts

Not a Terrornado in my Noodle

I have lived and fought

To deserve

Respect

Introspectively I whisper my scream each and every day

The lines of anguish stay on my tongue

But are starting to show around the eyes I try to hide behind

Occasionally these lines escape into a fireball fury from the mouth

And on those occasions I feel ashamed to be what I have become

Bi-Polar Manic Depressive

With a smoke tooth veneer

Wild inside

Controlled on the Out

I am

Multi-faceted

And for that

In solace I find