Bipolar From A to Z

Angered by the smallest things
Bipolar disorder is my king
Conveying thoughts, hard to do
Distractions overwhelm; I’m subdued
Energy level at an all time low
Frustration beyond reason is my foe
Going places; standing idle fast
Hanging onto, “normal” visions of past
Imminent danger doesn’t seem real
Justifying my reasons; unable to feel
Kidnapped my soul, without a fee
Learning to cope and trust only me
Manic depression, or so they say
Negotiating terms of a mindset betray
Oppressed memories, trailing behind
Paralyzing thoughts, not hard to find
Quaintly waiting for me to confess
Raging temper at its very best
Selective my hearing, taking my soul
Tearful manipulation is my goal
Unconventional ideas; lies I must bare
Venomously I have waited, for my share
Wishfully longing for your return
X-rays show a mental psychosis learned
Yesterday’s genius, today’s broken plea
Zanily waiting for my turn to be FREE
JmaC
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