Bipolar From a To Z

Angered by the smallest things Bipolar disorder is my king Conveying thoughts, hard to do Distratctions overwhelm; I'm subdued Energy level at an all time low Frustration beyond reason is my foe Going places; standing idle fast Hanging onto, "normal" visions of past Imminent danger, doesn't seem real Justifying my reasons; unable to feel Kidnapped my soul, without a fee Learning to cope and trust only me Manic depression, or so they say Negotiating terms of a mindset betray Oppressed memories, trailing behind Paralyzing thoughts, not hard to find Quaintly waiting for me to confess Raging temper at its very best Selective my hearing, taking my soul Tearful manipulation is my goal Unconventional ideals; lies I must bare Venomously I have waited, for my share Wishfully longing for your return X-rays show a mental psychosis learned Yesterday's genious, today's broken plea Zanily awaiting for my turn to be FREE