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
Copyright © Bradley Veals | Year Posted 2008
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