If I skip sleep or refuse to take my
med's against my doctor's warning, I hear
radio voices at night in my ear.
The voices unnerve me 'cause no one's nearby
when I'm bipolar because I don't comply
with orders. I love when I'm hypo-manic
and I can save the world from wars and panic
that threaten to put world peace on standby.
Life with my disorder is difficult;
but it also makes life a great challenge,
something to treasure and with luck exult
in when I face it and no longer cringe
from my disease as some evil result
that will hopelessly keep me on the fringe.