Bipolar Stole Her

There are days I don’t want to feel, There are days I want to destroy all I’ve healed. There are days that I sail, Through the skies without fail On a manic high, I feel amazing without having to try. There are days that I’m so angry, Like a big cry baby And I want everyone to hate me. There are highs and lows, The up and down is harder than you’ll ever know. There are days I feel like a tornado. There are days I’m nothing more than a couch potato, Whose roots are mangled, And my neurotransmitters are all tangled. I have a chemical imbalance And I’m the queen of this palace. My kingdom is quite nice, It’s like fire and ice. The highs are great, It’s the lows that I hate. There are days this imbalance feels like purgatory, Please don’t call me crazy though, That’s derogatory. There are days I want to scream, On those days I can get pretty mean. Those days I feel weak, From the guilt that I keep. Just because I can’t control it Doesn’t mean I don’t feel bad for doing it. I don’t want to blow up, I want to feel like I’m enough all of the time, Not just when mania is taking me for a ride. There are days I never want to comedown, I wish I knew how. There are days I’m on auto pilot, Where I don’t fight it. There are days I’m deep in a hole, When I just want to feel whole. There are so many sides to me, So many versions of myself I could be, There’s so much more than you can see. I am Bipolar Disorder.