Mental Health Concerns
Bipolar Brain
Will mental illness drive you insane,
Or will it force you to remain.
Locked up inside
Like a prisoner on death row
Barred in like somebody we used to know.
Prison wouldn't be so bad to me,
If I was wasn't already locked down, you see
In my own body I cannot move
Trapped inside a dimension we're trying to prove.
Maybe one day I'll be as free as a bird
Then hopefully I'll be heard.
Until that day where freedom is granted,
People continue to look at me slanted.
Like I'm so different from you or anyone,
I think you would listen if I brandished my gun.
That's how it feels on any given day
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