One second
You're manically happy
The next
Overwhelmingly sunken
Good brain
And bad brain
Fighting for their pedestal
To rule your thoughts
Bad brain
Always seems to win
While good brain sits
Hands folded in her lap, waiting her turn.
Patient, patient, patient
That's the problem here
If you keep waiting
Will you ever get your chance?
YOU ARE READING
Poetry from an Everchanging Girl
PoetrySometimes you have to grow apart to grow back together.
