Wasted energy
Flying off the walls
Feeling like I can do anything
Accomplishing nothing at all
Body Shaking, Heart Racing
the voices start to tremble
Head pulsing, Eyes closing
of nothing I am able
My body aches of mania
My soul breaks from depression
My writing, my art
My only forms of expression
Trapped inside myself
playing on the edge
A spectator watching
my own life on the stage
My eyes close, My Heart stops
for once all is still
Then I breathe, then I see
I am an empty vase to fill