Bipolar Hearts

I believe we all have bipolar hearts. The way they can love so strongly one minute and be in battle with complete and utter hatred the next. Break with a breath yet harden to stone with a glance in the wrong direction. Life revolves around these changes. It breaks us down rips us apart shreds us to pieces yet somehow we are supposed to pick ourselves up and carry on as if nothing has happened. Being weak isn’t socially excepted but everyone is weak. So why is it frowned upon? Why are we outcasts? Why are we treated differently for expressing how we feel? We are strong. If we held it in it would mean we were afraid for people to know. We are not afraid, we don’t care if you don’t understand, we just want you to try.