Confession of a Manic-Depressive

If I skip sleep and skip my med's tonight against my doctor's warning, I'll soon hear the strident voices trumpet loud and clear, unnerving me,--trust me, it's no delight! When I'm bipolar I fail to comply and manias become fearfully near 'til I'm committed three times ev'ry year;-- it's a pain that puts my life on standby. Life with my ups and downs can be frantic, a crucible, a challenge, and a test; at times this mad disease makes me panic with madness, brilliance, and profound unrest so frightful; (O God, help me when I'm manic!) alas, its curse is rapture that's unblest!