A lack of most expression.
Sadness is all that remains.
This attempts to keep me in chains.
I can’t easily get out of bed.
Racing thoughts run through my head.
I want negative thinking to leave for a while.
I have forgotten how to smile.
Everything is dull.
My mind and body pay the toll.
Extreme happiness and irritability arise.
I feel like every second is a prize.
I will not stop grinning.
Every second I am winning.
One thing goes wrong and my happiness is destroyed.
Anger is employed.
Everything seems great,
Yet still there remains a hint of hate.
This is how I act when I am fine.
Neither extreme has me aligned.
I process life with wise mind.
I am just me.
Bipolar symptoms do not control me.
Bipolar has no grip.
I still feel unsure of when my emotions will flip.
This is the nature of my bipolar brain.
I will not let this illness be my chain.
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