My confidence is high. So high what seems to be is not.

To me, men want to be my friend and women want me as their boyfriend.

The problem is that I’m high and im not seeing reality.

Everything seems skewed in my favour.

The most outrageous endevours seem possible.

Even with my own self importance, I seem humble.

My self importance does not allow me to see.

The world seems like its mine and I face the day with endless opportunity.

Clouded by the reality that I’m high and possibly on the verge of being severely unwell.

Sometimes even the lows feel so beautiful.

It’s the manic and grandiose me.

Apparently I’m right and yet so intolerable.

My relationships fall apart because of them.

My perception is skewed to my largely being faultless.

It’s the manic and grandiose me.

My impulsivity has no restraint because that’s what impulsivity is.

The repercussions of my grandiosity do not belong to me.

Until the mania subsides and reality sets in with a thud I can see

That it was the manic and grandiose me.