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...
I hate being sick
Hate it a lot
I hate this cold
This cold I have caught.
When I cough
My lungs feel they'll burst
I hate being sick
This is the worst.
It's my day off
And I want to play
Not sit here coughing
And shivering all day
This cold is annoying
I wish it would go
I hate being sick
I thought you should know.
* I have bronchitus and am feeling sorry for myself
I hate being sick,
I don't do it well.
My private pity party
Is going just swell.
I cough and I sneeze,
My nose is running away.
I've taken my cold meds
Trying to keep it at bay.
I hate having a cold
And feeling so weak.
At least this fever
Has reached it's peak.
I must end this poem now,
You know how it goes.
It's time to get up again
And go blow my nose.
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