Manic Depression

In my bubble I feel safe and warm No one to hurt me Or bring me harm A knock on the door And I am filled with fear I look through the peephole To see who is here I hide inside I dare not open the door Each knock grips my heart I fall gently to the floor Why am I scared Why do I cry Manic then depressed These pills are my only ally I long to be normal I long to be free I wish for these things That never will be Manic depression A frustrating mess The song rings true I must confess My friends do not know The horror of my disease I hide it well To set them at ease Exultant and angry My moods sharply changed I push people away They find themselves estranged Is this the fate I must accept Forever alone Socially inept I cry at night Wishing for an end Is my life worth living A lonely prayer I send I wait for an answer That never seems to come Has God forsaken me His broken little son In my bubble I feel safe and warm No one to hurt me Or bring me harm