It really is a crazy world
I see it every day
No matter where I run to
I cannot get away

Right is not right
Wrong is not wrong
Life is too short
Yet the nights seem so long

Steadily fighting for breath
Choking on pouring rain
Frustrated with no way to deal
Bottling up sorrow and pain

I hide behind a careful mask
But its starting to wear thin
Revealing the frown underneath
The monster deep within

Barely recognize myself
Changed so many parts around
Most days it's all I can do
To not crumple to the ground

Every time I dare to leak a hope
It gets slashed out of the sky
After so many disappointments
I don't even try

I take the struggle for what it is
Forgive and then move on
And wait for happiness to arrive
Knowing it's too far gone

The wicked world keeps spinning
Turning in spite of its weight
I try not to give up on love
Its challenging when there's so much hate

Bitter but not yet beaten
Though I'm bent in a few places
Trying to write a better ending
Fill in the rest of the blank spaces

Though my eyes know endless misery
My heart continues beating still
Life may never get easier
But who knows? Maybe it will

Being bipolar is an emotional ride
Everyday you feel differently elevated yet so alive
I used to feel like I had to be high to get by
Letting these emotions clash together and collide
It was an amazing experience to let them slip on by
Just getting that weight lifted off my mind
But as time passes I’m learning to let it thrive
Because being bipolar will always be part of my life
I shouldn’t feel the need to apologize for my state of mind
Depression, mood swings and anxiety fly on by
Working on myself I for once in my life feel alive
Sober thoughts and a healthier mind
Time to enjoy this little joy ride