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Bye polar

You would have me beliving, thinking it was me
when in reality, the mental problem is you
I sit here trapped in a space not knowing which to believe
the thoughts in my head or verbal indications from you
one minute say one thing, the next saying the opposite
i know that this is how you are, so why do I let it bother me
I wish that you would just stop it
for I am lost trapped in a space, wandering without a clue
if the words that you say to me are words that are true
called me psycho, yet you are the one that needs to be committed
I talk to you and remain confused about what it is you're admiting
I do the things I do simply because you leave me with no choice
afraid of what you will do next, makes me silence my own voice
saying that you can be with whomever only makes things worst
very next moment you saying you will put me first
which one is it because you seem to not know yourself
sitting here like a sitting duck second guessing myself
I only know you love me, because of the three words that come from your mouth
then you turn around and show me that you don't really know what your talking about
bi polar is the undiagnosed condition that you claim to some times have
i want to say bye bye to your polarness, for it's taking us down the wrong path
having a difficult time,  losing sleep over here over you
while you're off doing God knows what, got me wanting to sing the Blues
we have no clue, really what we are doing here
you're not my man, I'm not your girl, things are so unclear
we act most times as though we never ended things
as you tell me you are working hard to eventually by me a ring
TO BE CONTINUED....
Written by Marcia S. McNeill
November 18, 2011

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