A VECES... SOLO A VECES...

I´m afraid of myself.
I desperately need my "ups".
I´m willing to stand my "downs"...
Except when I´m down.
That´s when I don´t remember
what was like to be "up".
I´m "Mister Jones".
Am I sick? Is intensity a sickness?
Both ways I need my depth: Up and Downs.
There´s no middle
The middle will kill me.
Am I crazy?
Yes.
Then... why nobody helps?
´cause I´m not dangerous: I´m just corrosive.
And corrosion can´t be noticed
until it´s too late.
(11/08/06)