New Something.

I found a new something or something

My happy face is a resting bitch face

My sad face is my laughing approachable face

I say I'm not bipolar

Yet,

Some days I wake and feel like a different person

Act in ways I can't explain

Do foreign things

Then,

I wake and become this person

Who doesn't remember why or who did those things

There's this mask I'm dropping

But what if that is my real person..

Maybe I'm not this smiling person

Or not that frowning person..