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It’s ten years later
I’ve finally hit paydirt
It’s the motherload

I didn’t strike gold
I struck a deal with myself
To help me grow old

Not act like a child
But first I had to grow up
And not act so wild

I’m stone cold sober
Bipolar under control
Mind, body and soul

Now I enjoy life
Twenty five hours a day
I’m still dyslexic

The Monster is caged
I’m no longer a Zombie
The Daemon’s in chains

Has been ten years gone
Since in hospital again
Doesn’t seem that long

Now Doppelganger
Monster and Daemon are gone
No more Zombie, but

Twenty years ago
The Monster first showed his face
Bipolar then showed

I’ll never forget
It’s a night to remember
When we first met

Me and the Monster
You made my heart run faster
Just anxiety…

The Doppelganger
And Daemon I’d met before
Then started the war

The Monster put me
In and out of hospital
Half a dozen times!

Then a doctor asked
“Have you had panic attacks?”
I said, “Not before”

He recommended
Perhaps see a therapist
To help me find out

Went to the head shrink
“You’ve bipolar disorder”
He said with, “I think…”

Found a social therapist
Whose office was such a sight
Dead plants left and right

And on an old desk
Papers scattered all over
His files in a crate

He said, “Come on in”
He sat on an antique chair
Then said, “Have a seat”

Sat on an old couch
I knew I would like this guy
I thought as I sat

“Hi, just call me Al”
He said with a crooked smile
“How can I help you?”

Now, where do I start?
How to explain the Monster
And the Daemon too?

But he understood
Even though as I did not
But he knew I would

He would tell bad jokes
And the laugh hysterically
To ease my tension

He explained to me
That drinking booze kills the meds
Enraged the Monster

Of course, the Daemon
Was such a happy camper
With each drink took

I asked him straight out
Did he think I was insane?
I thought myself mad

I thought myself strange
He said, “No!” without a doubt
He was serious

“You would never know”
“If you’re mad as a Hatter”
Said as we chat there

Smiling at the thought
“You would think yourself normal”
“All else are wierdos”

“You’ve a disorder”
“Which we can put in order”
“You’re just bipolar”

Of course, my drinking
Was not any normal thing
Getting drunk some days

The Daemon got me
Became an alcoholic
I’d think, It’s not me

I was just running
From my emotions and thoughts
No place for hiding

It’s never their fault
Alcoholics do this thing
Blame everyone else

Just a consequence
Of bad situations hence
They drove me to it

I doff my chapeau
As I dance along the road
To recovery

I’m a Gemini
With split personality
Or so I did think

Also, on the cusp
Born on the two signs at once
Of the sign Taurus

Thing one and thing two
The thing is… This is the thing
I’m thing number three

Me, myself and I
Once me, my Monster and I
He refused to die

I’m still bipolar
But at least I’m not drinking
That’s something solar

Still alive, you see
Evidenced by poetry
Which really helped me

I was a wordsmith
After all, everything else
Wasn’t really me

I’m the incumbent
It seems I get redundant
Frame of mind bent

My mind gets quite skewed
Lewd, rude and tattooed
With words I’m imbued

Just reminiscing
You may think me babbling
I’m mind traveling

No dismembering
Not just a December thing
The remembering…
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