confessions of a tormented mind

i did it again. i am a flake. a floozy. unscrupulous. it's no wonder i am virtually friendless. i'm up one minute and then down the next. no rhyme or reason. my erratic moodswings have taken control of my life. it's like i am being held captive by by my own psyche. i am fully aware of the descrepancy in my state of mind but no matter how hard i try, i can't override the way i feel inside at that particular moment in time. i hurt people along the way. i tell myself it's no big deal. i sit here alone. this is what i wanted, isn't it? and that's when the guilt sets in. but now it's too late. i am selfish. i push people away. my family is afraid of me. i have a disorder that i can't control.

I like how your poem gives the reading a good discreption of what the narrators going through. It sounds like the narrator is b-polar or something like that, and how he feels powerless agaist it.

I am assuming you are the narrator? but i will leave it as a question incase its not and you want to answer

If you ever want to talk about your problems this is a great place you can pm if you want or what ever