A mental, bipolar aberration.
We all wonder why we doubt at ourselves,
Our worth our associations,
And our loved ones,
Our friends,
Our teachers,
Our preachers,
Our servants,
Our bosses
Our enemies,
Our well wishers,
Our siblings,
Our loving parents,
Just about anyone.
Why we doubt is only because,
Most of us no doubt are bipolar,
Are you one I cannot say?
But doubting will ever remain,
So clear your mind and brush it hard,
Shake it well and in the garbage bin tomorrow,
Or just now, through your doubts far away.
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