Sonnet of a Manic

It is hard to act normal all the time

And sometimes, I’m not sure that I want to

The highs make me feel like I’m in my prime

And the lows make me want to follow through

I drink and then I medicate myself

If only to restart my heart’s ardor

I find I am on fortune’s broken shelf

Every time I stand I find it harder

But it’s everyone else that I pity

Because they are stuck in their own stasis

I’d rather be manic and witty

Than have the tame nature the prepossess

All I’ve ever wanted is to contrive

I’m just a man trying to feel alive