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Jan 2014
Excuse me, pardon me;
But you don't understand;
I don't want to explain;
The way that I am;
Yes ma'am, no ma'am;
I'm sure I won't mind;
Just treat me like dirt;
I know you're not kind;
I'm sorry you're sad;
I'm sorry you cry;
Because I'm "just a *****"
and all I do is "lie";
Yes I don't want to be around you;
I don't want to be home;
But don't throw a fit;
That I'm "leaving the family alone"
You are the reason
I'm praying for an out;
You force your self into my life;
Then I'm a ***** for forcing you out;
You do not understand!
I'm ******* insane!
My bipolar DISORDER
Is not just a game!
Don't try to play nice;
You've never done it before;
When I was younger I lived,
Outside your slammed door;
And now the tables have turned;
I will not be kind;
Yes ma'am no ma'am;
I'm sure you won't mind;
Your medicine burns;
As your heart raises blisters;
Know you know how it feels;
To be cut out by your own sister…
Written by
Courtney Micaela Schipper  Pretoria
(Pretoria)   
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   --- and Theia Gwen
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