Bipolar Bubble
Bipolar Bubble
At a recent family gathering
Friends and family ask cheerfully
How are you feeling today?
Not too bad…my mouth says
I put a smile on my face
As I simply walk away
They don’t know I didn’t sleep last night
As well as the four nights before
When I am manic I can’t sleep at night
When depressed I sleep all day
I live in a bipolar bubble of life
Too high then so low
Takes a toll on me
Don’t know which way it will go
I don’t always get my way
I suffer thru another day
This is bipolar my life every day
If I told them just a part of what goes on
They would be startled by my reply
They can’t process the pain I am in
I’m crying in the hall way
Someone walks by
Wanting to comfort me
Don’t cry it will get better...
I’m not crying I say
Those are not tears you see
It’s my brain fluid leaking out of my eyes
What more could I say?
Copyright © Patricia Leduc | Year Posted 2018
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