RHYME Poem: The Blade Bipolar, by Mason Urish

What state of mind might I be?
The Self-loathing? The Anger?
How dreadful, it is, to know not me.
Who might I be without her?

The blade in my hand cut me deep,
But she managed even deeper
Each scratch I thought made me complete.
The well draws me ever deeper.

What state of mind might I be?
The Manic? The Frenzied?
How unpredictable my mind can be,
To look at happiness and envy.

Oh to be a rock among the storms,
To know thyself forever and more.

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