Leaves fall by day, snow by night. I see that depression train in my sight.
My emotions are scattered, my brain a fizzle, I think I’m falling down that scary path of the unknown.
I see myself in a far distance, I don’t recognize her that woman I see. Could it be me?
I’m rolling down that path, sad with despair, can I get out of this plain cold air.
The pills I take, make no mistake, leave me frozen like a drone.
I’m falling to my place. The ground I see left with no stability.
Manic is my next journey on to another plain, for being bipolar is anything but a game.
Tried and true, I am just like you! Normal as can be with or without bipolar you see.
It’s her! It’s me! Back from the brink of my own travesty!
Begotten sorrows, it will be, for my depression is gone you see.
I’m now on to the next, mania oh why am I perplexed?
Stability is a stretch for me the excitement of what will be. I know feel glee!
-The Bipolar Maniac