Bipolar

One day happy and bright,
Inside confused and lip trmebling.
The next tired and dragging,
Inside hurting and alone.
Days muffle together as I am fine,
Days I'm light inside and will share a joke.
Moments where I want to cry my guts out,
Times when I laugh until my stomach hurts.
I am confused here.
Who am I?
Am I the girl that sits in her room,
Whispering 'Why me'?
Or is the real me the one who breathes,
And laughs with people.
The smile you see on my face,
May slip as soon as I am out of sight.
I am lost,
Emotions and alter egos terrify me.
I talk to myself so much,
That the situations I speak of,
As both people in the conversation,
Seem more real than what I converse in life.
My head hurts and I snap at them,
Then I make a joke and we laugh it off.
I wake up some days,
And wonder where I am, and who's room this is.
But no, it is mine.
I remember in a second.
Am I crazy?
Or do I just need to laugh,
Since that does seem to be the best medicine.