Born broken into a world that isn't whole. Taking the remedies that are supposed to "glue your sanity", to your God forsaken soul. Went through groups to find comfort within, but the tools that were taught eventually were used towards your own destruction. Gaining new insights about yourself. Slowly coming to the delusion everything is OK, so just put the crazy on the shelf. That cycle has clearly not been treating you so well. You seem to be manifesting the childhood trauma you placed on that shelf. All of the setting aside is seeping and creating your own personal hell, one for only you to reside and dwell. I hope this time you can find a good seat, so you can take the time and make friends with your childhood misery. Encourage healing for your mind. Stop sticking things in places that one day you eventually find. Deal with the pain that's brewing inside. Your little girl will thank you and future you will smile from ear to ear.
What Kinds of Poems do People with Bi-Polar Disorder Write?
What kind of poems do people with bi-polar disorder write?
Are they up and down? Down and up? Down, down, down, down, DOWN.
Then up, up, up, up, up UP?
Are they more likely to write poetry on a manic-filled day
or a day of gloom and doom? They get depressed, don’t they?
It is something I think of sometimes.
But I do not dwell on it.
It is not something I lose sleep over.
I have other things that help me with that.
Pulled apart by torn emotions
I go left right up and down
I turn endlessly on Earth
Round and Around
I change my clothes
To affect my mood
I give it colour
Its just like food
Tactics to beat it
Can run astray
Emotions Topsy Turvy
Wont spoil my day
I challenge each thought
Write it all down
Until it makes sense
These moods that i found
I work out a solution
To numerous events
Sit here mulling
Till it all makes sense
Yes Bi Polar takes me round the world
without a ticket
Yet Id like to stay here
Maybe enjoy the cricket
Sit down with you for a while
Let it all pass on by
Watch my emotions and feelings
Fly way up high
Turn events from bad to good
To prove my diagnosis wont cure me
Yet to show my worth
Ill work all day just to prove it cant kill me
As i refuse to be defined
It will never make me
When you take your problems to your own mind
Nothing can really break thee
Misbegotten pair,
two-faced irritation,
the seduction of sweet solace
or the inarticulation of despair.
Either uneasy 'neath the spell of peerless rapture,
false respite from the ravages of fear,
or defenseless and imperilled
by a sadness that is too extreme to bear.
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of those suffering from bi-polar disorder.
a piece about bi-polar disorder
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Misbegotten pair,
two-faced condemnation,
the seduction of sweet solace
or the inarticulation of despair.
Either uneasy 'neath the spell of peerless rapture,
false respite from the ravages of fear,
or defenseless and imperiled
by a sadness that is too extreme to bear.
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