Bipolar Disorder that’s what the Pdoc’S Call it?

Bipolar Disorder that’s what the Pdoc’S called it.

That’s what the Pharmacist called it.

That’s not what I call it.

I call it the voices screaming in my head.

I call it the battle I fight every day.

I call it the reason I cry every night!

How do u think pills could hide it?

Why do u think I have to change?

Why should I have to change?

Why is it wen I don’t change I have to shout?

I slam, I sit, & I cry!

Or just do nothing @ all.

Why is it that I feel nothing @ all?

Numb!

Why can’t the tears just fall?

Why am I lazy?

Why am I weak?

Losing the battle within!

Why does my heart shatter?

Letting the dreams win!

Bipolar Disorder it’s a monster!

That sleeps within!

Bipolar Disorder don’t let it win!!!!

JmaC

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