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 unhinge me as no one's nearby
when I'm bipolar as I fail to comply
with doctors' orders. It's common, I fear--
I am committed two or three times a year.
It puts my whole life on total standby!
Life with my disorder is difficult;
but it also makes life a real challenge,
a test to surmount--a thing to exult
in when I face it and no longer cringe
from my disease as some evil result
of fate that grimly has me on the fringe.