Slice

Life is a bipolar frenemy

Who constantly throws you surprise parties

Good, and bad

In no particular order, just to scare you

One day my slice wears a face of joy

and stabs me in the back the next

I never know what my slice will be like

But I must face it head-on

No matter how many angry faces and bad surprises,

The joy will come out one day.

And you will know true happiness

An escape from your darker world

Savor it

For you have some control

over which face you see today

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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