BiPolar Disorder

Inside my head,
A bullet-train floats above the rails,
As it flies past my cerebral cortex,
It’s passenger’s are my emotions,
Taken from one stop and dropped off at another,
At amazing speeds,
Meyer-Briggs can only tell you,
The personality of the person,
When they take the test,
Not the personalities,
Of myself.
Never knowing,
Which one of me,
Will be discovered,
I and E
N and S,
T and F,
J and P,
Who am I now?
Who am I now?

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