When I don't sleep or take my meds as I
am told by my psychiatrist, I hear
the sound of voices drawing near and near.
It is a scary feeling to come by
when you're bipolar and you want to die.
Most of the time it is a life of fear
for me, just always facing what's too clear--
that my life does not amount to a fly's.
My life's so meaningless to me it seems;
if I could I would end it right away,
but that'd be taking it to such extremes,
I suppose. Instead, I just read and pray
and write poems of brighter, happier themes.
I swear--I'm such a bipolar cliché!