Dancing in the Rain (Mania of Bipolar)

Is it the coffee
Or am I really happy?
After days of depression
Its so hard to tell

I want to be happy
To dance in the rain
To act like a dork
To be the happy me

I don't care about the looks
I don't care about the thoughts
It feels good to be happy
To dance about

I wonder how long it will last
One day, one week, one month?
I hate that it goes
Glad that it comes

Its a break from reality
From A painful life
Full of akward emotions
That come and go like the tide

At least this feeling I can dechiper
No sitting and pondering
No tears that fall like the rain
I can smile a genuine smile

They call it Mania
I call it joyeous
Call it what you will
This is my time

I'm rising above the world
The laughter and smiles
I'm in my own little place
Above the pain

I ponder taking my pills
I know I must, but I'm so happy
I don't think I need them
But then I remember this is mania

This is a part of the bipolar disorder
Reminding me I must take those pills
This isn't me, this is a disease
Yet, I enjoy this part

Their is no way to make this last
For this I know
Yet I can seize the moment
I can dance in the rain...