i stapled
my heart to
my sleeve
not to wear
my emotions
openly but
as a warning

when i express
my feelings
they sound
hyperbolic to
normal folks
the vibrancy
is alluring
until they see
it doesn’t end
a human yo-yo
making an ass
of himself as
the chemicals
wash out any
common sense

you would think
i would have a
callus so thick
my actions could
no longer be
embarrassing
at least not
to my own broken
self deception

and still
here i sit in a
parking garage
electrified with
how idiotic
i let myself act
to the surprise
of no one

the only thing
worse than a
bipolar poet
is one who sees
all the signs
and is still too
stupid to yield