date: Thursday, November 24, 2005 @ 2:40 pm
title: Bipolar..
This is freak man. Wednesday's MYB is bad for health.
'What is bipolar disorder and what are the symptoms?'Whatever man..
I cant help it but at times, I really have to concede to my inability to use abit of my common sense. Times when a bit more of thinking is desperately needed, I chose to stale and remain unmoved by the urgency to activate the cells triving within the cerebal of mine.
Accustomed to the silence that I was taught well in my early childhood. I spoke little or none at all. These wasted years of stillness obstructed the growth of being outspoken. A virtue den but a flaw now.
I wonder at my poor coordination between passion and actions. I cast doubt on my true identity. I question my thinkings. I falsely testify my strengths. Am I doing justice to myself or am I just an actor for my own pleasure?
'Lair!' Some will accuse me of it. But no matter how many times I swore that I confess nothing but the truth. No soul acknowledge. Have I tranposted into an unworthy being that my counterparts deemed me as a being unfaithful to their secrets?
I know the mole. But I remain unmoved. Even if I ring the bell, I would be scoffed as the boy who cried the wolf. Nothing has changed and nothing will change, even thought I tried to travail for my innocence. Noone came to the rescue. Noone came to defend the helpless victim of this vicious pack of lies that encircled around, replacing the yoke of trust.
I refused to conform to these accusations. I speak of none, but see of all. A steward to the cupbearer. These words that seem to be of some value: 'The walls have ears.'
Maybe its not my confession that betrayed me, but my eyes.
Or it might be my explicit details. What can I say. Just bear with it. One day all things will be brought to light. My case will be recovered. Things will be accord.
Just take the blows. Although it hurts.
