Mrs Jekyll and Mrs Hyde

I have a friend, but sometime’s it’s an enemy

sometimes she helps me think, 

at other times she helps me cry.

 

One day happiness

The next sorrow

One day sun

the next- a storm of hate

 

she comes and she goes.

there is no control

the drugs don’t keep her at bay

 

she wins hearts and she loses them

she shows love,

then manipulates

in my head there is only room for one.