Bipolar Depression
It's me you pursue
I don't know what to do
You can't be controlled
I won't be consoled
I'm dizzy and confused
I feel hurt and abused
I've asked you to go away
But it seems your here to stay
Your inside of me
I can't set you free
I'm feeling lost & I'm scared
My judgement is impaired
My heart is racing
Back and forth I'm pacing
You may find this hard to believe
But it's getting hard to breathe
When I say no you remind me your master
When I run you run even faster
What can I say?
I can't break away.
As I look in the mirror at my reflection
I see a person defeated with no protection
You took over my life with such aggression
The world gives you a name- bipolar depression
There's one way out but I'm not sure I'm ready
I hold this gun with a hand so steady
I put my hand on the trigger and slowly start to press
I really regret the day I ever got depressed
Copyright © Mildred Worrell | Year Posted 2017
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment