Sometimes I laugh
sometimes I cry
sometimes I’m mad
at what inside I hide.

For everything there
is a time for it all.
For peace of mind
my mistakes I draw.

Assert to usurp evil
while balancing good
deeds render done
that which I should.

I am candid to lift,
in sweeping drifts,
an anger that rages at
my sickness I admit. 

Folded up in solace
maybe a little wine I
drink think peacefully
while inside I chide.

Grab them I will
now take all my ills,
that strike fear in me,
that sicken I’ll kill.

Not but with light
I sit here and I fight
with a sulk delight
that my pill is sight.