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Apr 2016
Bipolar....
Sometimes I am blue. Those are the days I bob under the waves and become pushed down into the deepest parts of the ocean.
Sometimes I feel orange. Mania hits me and I am in in the clouds jumping from wisp of fluff to the next. Other times I am in between. That is a place with no air no change. It's dull. I feel this way around people, majority of the time. One specific girl brings me out of the dullness. Sometimes around her I go down into the deepest parts of the ocean. My anxiety sky rockets up past the clouds. I am stuck at the bottom of the deepest part of the sea drowning in anxiety. It's because I'm too scared to walk up to her but I feel mean for not saying hi. Then when she says hi to me first I am pushed high up in the clouds. I feel the breeze, it's just the happiness flowing through me. My anxiety is beside me but I can watch it here. Therefore it isn't out of control. :)
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