“Bipolar” By Nicholaus Harvill

Vile switches flip within
Adverse colors clash again,
All her constant inconsistence
Carves cruel gaps and forges distance

Bright red light flicks to green
She’s lost the yellow in between
Missing pieces leave her weak
With ebbing will, her worries peak

Lifeless from relentless battle
She weeps and wishes for defeat,
A comfort blade to quell the rattle
To seek her peace, hearts cease their beat