The Bipolar'S Battle

She sat alone crying her eyes out, Perhaps she didn't know what she was doing. She didn't know where she was going, she sat alone trying to figure it all out. She wondered what went wrong, she sat alone and remembered the old times. She was lonely and sad for sure, but she didn't know why... For sure she was upset about something. Could it have been guilt? Could it have been resentment? She knew that not, neither joy nor fear did the tears bring. But she was all drenched in tears. Suddenly she stopped with a maddening jolt, "I control my happiness, and I’m Zeus with the bolt!" She took control and wiped her tears, "They can't mock me, and I have no fears!" Like a cyclone rising from the sea. She rose up to make her own destiny, she feared no creature from the Tartarus now, and she decided to rule the heavens above. She's got a tribe, a cult, a clan, she is alone no more; She sits alone sometimes, she's got it all figured out, She sits alone now but now she smiles.