Bipolar In Doubt

I’ve enjoyed many successes, even though my mind plays tricks. Thoughts vanish as fast as they come, and here I stand transfixed. A racing mind is very difficult, to keep focused and alert. Anxiety is my shadow, no happiness, just disconcert. Can one control the thoughts, that never seem to stop? The ones that overwhelm you, the thoughts too hard to drop. Wishing for an end to this, all the suffering and pain. Knowing nothing's here for me, and nothing left to gain. Do I hold the answer? Have I mislead myself? Maybe I’m not that different, Perhaps I’m like yourself.