Slice
Life is a bipolar frenemy
Who constantly throws you surprise parties
Good, and bad
In no particular order, just to scare you
One day my slice wears a face of joy
and stabs me in the back the next
I never know what my slice will be like
But I must face it head-on
No matter how many angry faces and bad surprises,
The joy will come out one day.
And you will know true happiness
An escape from your darker world
Savor it
For you have some control
over which face you see today
This poem is about:
Me
Our world