At a recent family gathering
Friends and family ask cheerfully
How are you feeling today?
Not too bad…my mouth says
I put a smile on my face
As I simply walk away

They don’t know I didn’t sleep last night
As well as the four nights before
When I am manic I can’t sleep at night
When depressed I sleep all day
I live in a bipolar bubble of life

Too high then so low
Takes a toll on me
Don’t know which way I will go
I don’t always get my way
I suffer thru another day

This is bipolar my life every day
If I told them just a part of what goes on
They would be startled by my reply
They can’t process the pain I am in

I’m crying in the hall way
Someone walks by
Wanting to comfort me
Don’t cry it will get better...

I’m not crying I say
Those are not tears you see
It’s my brain fluid leaking out of my eyes
What more could I say?

OH  NO

Friends had a lot to say
You should try to get away
He will hurt you someday
It’s a heavy price to pay

NOT ME

He holds me down
Imposing his will over me
Making me fear everyday
Keeping me half not whole
He is so close to his goal
A succubus draining my soul
He took away my light
How could I not see?
It was him not me?

OH NO  NOT  ME

Too late you see
Too late for me
As he leaves me behind
Broken and bruised
Blood on his hands

Funny you should ask
Why I hide behind this mask
Afraid of the future
Yet fearful of the past
How long will this last?
What task
What toil
Will make me recoil?
From the loss
I want back my face
Take away the mask found in its place
Words tumble out as I race
Almost letting me catch
Elusive first place
To see my future with my face
Without the mask
At last