Sadly Sick In Bed

And...I ponder Do people even care about me? Sadly, I can't see... Sucks being bipolar, Having episodes of madness, sadness and ecstasy... I am numb I can't feel anymore I am dumb, Wisdom out the door... Change is a challenging chore... I need some satisfaction Not this...anger sensation Action takes its time some more... Seeing others' succeed While I remain this weed That sucks the life of you I'm sorry I cussed and fussed endless Because of what you do You seem to smile away your sadness I wear the mask of plastic gladness You don't see or care about my distress Maybe, I'm acting selfish...actually, I was Attempting to be selfless is trust with flaws I'm bewildered because I have become Ignorant and blissful like many these days...these days... Wrapped up in bed, worthless like a crumb I'm not looking for attention in this frustration maze I bet no one will read this..or would scroll away in inner success rays Hear me out beyond the pained and hopeless...we all need beloved praise Time is not by our side, only God and Christ is quite frankly I had enough alone time, I need to belong a wee bit actually Energy is low and under the weather Fever above a hundred, now cooled off Don't feel sorry for me whatsoever These hot and cold flashes and what not is enough!