Best Bipolar Disorder Poems
I hate sounding like a recorder
Knowing I am at the edge of my border
Always being served by a court order
Yeah, I have a mental disorder
Heck yeah, I suffer, I am bipolar
I stay up every night full of energy
Suffering from short term memory
My moods can last for days or weeks
I get so mad sometimes I can't speak
I don't even know what's "normal" anymore
Unexplained pain and my muscles are sore
I don't have the ability to concentrate
So I always yell when I communicate
I have unexplained sadness and crying spells
Feeling sick all the time and can't get well
Having a lot of guilt and feeling worthless
Everything around me makes me stress
Wanting to give up on my hopes and dreams
Just for the thrill, I go to the extreme
I hate sounding like a recorder
Knowing I am at the edge of my border
Always being served by a court order
Yeah, I have a mental disorder
Heck yeah, I suffer, I am bipolar...
There are days I don’t want to feel,
There are days I want to destroy all I’ve healed.
There are days that I sail,
Through the skies without fail
On a manic high,
I feel amazing without having to try.
There are days that I’m so angry,
Like a big cry baby
And I want everyone to hate me.
There are highs and lows,
The up and down is harder than you’ll ever know.
There are days I feel like a tornado.
There are days I’m nothing more than a couch potato,
Whose roots are mangled,
And my neurotransmitters are all tangled.
I have a chemical imbalance
And I’m the queen of this palace.
My kingdom is quite nice,
It’s like fire and ice.
The highs are great,
It’s the lows that I hate.
There are days this imbalance feels like purgatory,
Please don’t call me crazy though,
That’s derogatory.
There are days I want to scream,
On those days I can get pretty mean.
Those days I feel weak,
From the guilt that I keep.
Just because I can’t control it
Doesn’t mean I don’t feel bad for doing it.
I don’t want to blow up,
I want to feel like I’m enough all of the time,
Not just when mania is taking me for a ride.
There are days I never want to comedown,
I wish I knew how.
There are days I’m on auto pilot,
Where I don’t fight it.
There are days I’m deep in a hole,
When I just want to feel whole.
There are so many sides to me,
So many versions of myself I could be,
There’s so much more than you can see.
I am Bipolar Disorder.
I let a strident scream escape my lips.
Life feels less relevant at this point
No optimism in panoramic view
Any future seems undeserving of effort,
Existing for yesterday is not living
I let a strident scream escape my lips.
I am aware of all relevant statistics,
The chances of becoming one are excessive
The reality of it not just forming there,
Causes the apprehension that it has always lived,
Within me
I let a strident scream escape my lips.
CALL ME CRAZY IF YOU MAY
CALL ME DOWN RIGHT LOSSED
THE DOCTORS CALL IT BIPOLAR
IS THIS WHAT IT COSTS
MY ANGER KEEPS ON RAGING
MY TEARS CONTINUE TO POUR
YET, WHEN I'M HAPPY
I LAUGH UNTIL I'M SORE
I CAN'T CONRTOL THESE FEELINGS
I KNOW THAT SOUNDS BAD
BUT SINCE I'M IN SUCH A LOSS
I'M GETTING VERY MAD
I CLOSE MY EYES BREATH IN AND BREATH OUT
I RECITE WOOOOSA AND STILL WANNA SHOUT
SO HOW AM I TO FEEL
BIPOLAR DISORDER IS TAKING OVER MY LIFE
WHEN IT BEGINS TO TAKE OVER
MY BODY GOES ON STRIKE
SOMEONE COME DOWN AND HELP ME I'M LITERALLY LOOSING MY MIND
I'M TIRED OF HEARING "IT'S GONA BE FINE"
EVERYONE ON THE OUTSIDE THINKS THEYKNOW WHAT'S WITHIN
BUT TRULY THEY DON'T
CAN I EVER WIN
I HOLD MYSELF AT NIGHT
WANTING TO CRY
I'M STRESSING ALL DAY WISHING TO DIE
BUT YET AND STILL THE PAIN REMAINS
SOMEONE PLEASE HELP
I'M RACKING MY BRAIN
EVERYONE IS IRRITATING ME
YET IT'S NOT ENTIRELY THERE FAULT
I'M SICK AND TIRED OF THIS PROBLEM
MY BODY IS SHOT
MANY KNOW ITS A DISORDER
YET NOT ALL AGREE
THEY SAY IT'S IN MY MIND
WILL SOMEONE SET ME FREE
REACH DOWN AND SCOOP ME UP
TAKE ME FAR AWAY
TAKE ME WAY BACK
WHEN THERE WERE NO BIPOLAR DAYS
MAYBE I SHOULD FALL ASLEEP
AND REFUSE TO AWAKE
I'M GOING TO STAY ASLEEP EVEN IF U SHAKE AND SHAKE
ooooH I'M SO AGITATED
NO ONE UNDERSTANDS
PLEAS SOMEONE ESCORT BIPOLAR OFF OF MY LAND
Disconnected
No judging
No touching
No talking about feelings
No friendliness or greetings
No physical contact
Just a massive contrast
No eye contact
Just lost context
Every word is spoken in a flat dull monotone way
Stepping on egg shells to avoid mind decay
Like speaking to a different person
Who is going deeper into immersion
OCD flares, fear of spreading dust and germs
All done in order checked to confirm
Terrified of the things that arent there
Realising life is cruel and not fair
What is real and what is not
Inside the head it could be a plot
It’s just an illness accompanied by a shadow
Thought process cloud and narrow
Feeling unsafe inside crawling skin
Mind in a spin knowing it’s all within
Another’s fears isolate those around
Trying to assist and help you feel the ground
Their mental health affects others
Patiently waiting until you recover
Ideas and logic shot down hard
No care for other just disregard
No advice taken just more grief given
Trying to keep you safe without recognition
No love or friendship
Just words to break companionship
Only hate and sadness
A black hole with no happiness
Misery rippling through every phase
Every calm and decisive moment eyes glaze
Attempting to help you through
Meanwhile enduring the hatred you spew
The nature of this is just temporary
Every soul destroying phase necessary
Remembering this isn’t a personal attack
Just your demon shadow fighting back
The shadow is afraid of when you take control
Of when regain your mind and soul
A day a week a month or more
Life will not return to what is was before
Scars are left on the surface and deep
Knowing one day the shadow returns to critique
Every time they reappear you become disconnected
Every time you feel defected
The only thing defective it’s the disconnection
It spreads like a disease or infection
Talk and ask for support
Don’t get lost in your own thought
I will be here for you every single time
Some communication and it will all be fine