There is a woman named Fiona
She has type II Bipolar
Although a little cute
She has too many screws loose
And all the men avoid her
Issues? Too many to choose; ex-husband, obsession, spending sprees to name a few
Depending on the moment she’s verbose, vibrant
Or at the other end; intolerable, depressed, silent
Trying to walk the straight line
It’s too hard to find
In her mind
She’s one step behind
And continues to fall over
So here Fiona sits
Thinking life’s a b*tch
Holds her breath
Wondering what tomorrow brings