Bi-Polar

Bi-Polar I feel pretty in a dress but inside I feel a mess I guess as Bi-Polar is kicking me at last. At times I find happiness inside of me, But inside I’m just not free. But in time I will feel free, By writing my poetry to all that need. I know my grand-babies accept what for who I am But only truly knows me, But at times I hide me. I hardly go outside into the environment as they might hurt me , In spite of myself. My kitten & dog , and Roge ,and Lissa accept only me, So I write my poetry So with GOD’s help he guides me into the light.