I am bipolar,

Somewhat backwards in thinking.

My perspective can be one thing

And a second later be completely different.

People look at my surface and reflect.

I show them what they can't see,

And sometimes it's too much for them.

With me they see who they truly are.

To them I am in my own little universe,

A  portal to beauty.

At the same time a reminder of aging.

When this happens I cause outrage.

But What can I do?

I crack under their pressure.