Ode to Bipolar

May 6, 2009
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Rage fits and crying
I need help, (which I am not dening).

Sudden relief; manic.
Being overly happy, then sudden panic.

Monsters creeping near.
Stalking, following me. They’re here my dear.

Suddenly screaming!
Hand over mouth, world am I really dreaming?

With medication
I am fit for your evaluation.

Can you deal with me?
With my rage and sadness? It’s not easy.

One moment happy
So content, but the next I feel crappy.

How did I get this?
A shot from at inheratince.

Passed from him to me.
I promise I am not as you see.

I promise to try,
To deal with everything and not die.

I’ve had some rough times,
But I can say I’m stronger than vines.

Sometimes things get rough,
But my determination makes me tough.

Never say never.
Forever we will get through this together.

I am Bipolar
But I know I am stronger than ev’ar.

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lexi said...
May 17, 2009 at 7:33 pm
thank you for the comment. My doc hasn't told me to keep track of mine. My moods are all over. I was just recently diagnosed with it. I think its wonderful to know that there's someone out there that can identify with my poem. Good luck and peace be with you!
Catharsis This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
May 16, 2009 at 10:00 pm
Oh, honey, i have Bipolar, too, and its horrible, and I love how you wrote it in a poem. My dr told me to keep track of mania, hypomania, and depression, has yours? My courses run around 3-4 weeks. You're strong.
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