Mania dances around my head teasing me into thinking I’m happy , when mania is near your uncontrollable laughter consumes my sadness , your thoughts consume mine as we become one, you love attention and you do anything to get it, a soft whisper in my ear and a shove from behind forcing me to live out your life, my anxiety is racing with uncertainty from the uncomfortable situations you put me in , and as my mind races to figure out how to stop it , you slowly bring me back to earth again , reminding me that you are me and I am you, as you slowly fade away , waiting for another day, the sadness sinks back in, wishing I had your confidence and wishing I had your silly personality, my dark room calls me away from freedom of mania , reaching for the orange pill bottle ,lithium stares into my eyes with a glimmer telling me everything will be all right as I shut my eyes.
lithium keeping me from iridescent mania cutting of the air to my lungs strangling me with snaky grey v i n e s oozing with itchy slime that gets in every pore depression and self loathing set in why is this my prescription?
Yes I have a bipolar mind. I look for clear but never know what I will find. Mom sent me away. For a few months and a day. Mom said she couldn't handle me. Why couldn't she see? I wasn't really myself. I was someone else. Sometimes blue. Gosh if I could sue. Every little **** Who made me hate my guts. Awe look at her. **** she's got the face of a murderer. Why you always crying Graffe *** *****? Why not end it and die in a ditch? I was definatly all over the place. Stuck with this awful race. I couldn't control my actions. So I shoved all emotions back with a little lithium. Then I didn't see clear. Actually nothing ever happens here. I see nothing now. And there's no changing my mind.