I am emotional (me)

These days
Are a fog
Of hot
Then cold breath

It feels right
Washing over my face
In a numbing haze

The next its startling
a cold slap
And I have received a rude awakening
What am I doing?

I walk
through a bipolar week
Every day a knew feeling
Monday I am confident
Thursday I am shaking
In my shoes
Sunday I surge ahead
Tuesday I stagger
And cry uncertainty

I am the prisoner of whim
I am not controlled by me
I am not under God
I am the emotional me

I cant go right
I don’t know if I should go left
I want to go behind
And I am afraid to go forward
So I stay where I am
I stay where I stand

Ill never decide
Ill never advance
Ill stay in the fog
Emotional me

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