This was written during a bipolar low. It is NOT my true feelings, just a quick
insight as to how this disease can play with the mind.
So much anger and rage,
engulfs my body whole.
Can’t release the tension and fury,
How was I ever to know?
No tools provided to diminish,
a path of vile and vain.
Here I bask in my own misery,
as you continue to be sane.
I detest the very sight of you,
and your precious mental state.
I detest your ambition and drive,
while I struggle against this fate.
Let’s trade places today,
so you can pretend to be me.
I wonder how long you’ll last,
when you’re finally able to see?
See the anger, madness and rage,
through your very own eyes.
I wonder how much ambition you’ll have,
as you plan your final goodbye?