Confess if I dare

Dare me to diagnose my condition?   I'm diagnosed with depression Or rather does depression have me Even the sad rain cries for me Or do I cry because of rain I’m bipolar type one Or so I’ve been diagnosed My depression tells me I’m two Or is my mind a torrent of rain I’m an addict to dopamine Or does scarcity seek fullness I’ll nosh on forbidden fruits till I’m sick Or is giving up Eden so easy I’m a disgruntled loner Or does the loner keep others away Unable to invite patient guests in Or am I none of these labels I’m a crazy worker bee Or does the hive have me To the gulags this soldier goes Or has Solzhenitsyn lost his queen I am loved by a few someones Or does someone feed my love The unlovable embraced by a few Or does depression dismiss them I feel the sadness in every rain I sense earth’s mad polarity I am a hungry beast to a feast I’m a lone tiger in a company of wolves I’m loved even in my lonely Siberia I’m a question more than definition Or am I the answer unfulfilled? Or will I let love go unanswered? Spin the bottle, hoping it's not me I dare me to diagnose myself