The bipolar life I live
Thoughts so thin
Like paper planes
They can fly so perfectly
Then crash to an island near by.
The bipolar human i am
My emotions mean nothing
My emotions mean something.
The bipolar thoughts i think
I feel so outgoing
I feel so unspoken.
What am I?
Who am I?
What am I doing?
Being bipolar is difficult
I can't speak those unspoken feelings
Can't express those running dark thoughts on my mind.