psycoticbreak

Fe fi fo fum the giant stomped
Then the doorbell rang
Fairies danced, and crickets sang
Something to sell by the Light of the Moon
All bottled up, and Shining, glittering like gold
A dizzy, spinning dancing to tune
To catch the eye, the ear, and mesmerize
Turn up the heartbeat, and raise the spirits
Lock you in it's fantasy, make you lose reality
The side effects are severe, and Fabintasy is nightmare in reality
You hit the ground, you look around, how had you not seen
The warning was there, but it was disguised, you see
The Rhythm and Melody, LED you away from where it lay
Mixed and mingled in words of romantic play
The lyrics and meanings lost as you danced along
All caught up in the Rhythm, and beat, and the melody
#BipolarDisorder #Mania #psycoticbreak #Paranoia #Delusions

I thought long and hard before deciding to make this post. I almost decided not to. Some years ago I had my iTunes and iPod broken into as a result of me accepting music but I should not have accepted. After doing so my world became spun up and a whole lot of things it didn't seem possible. I wasn't smart about not listening to the music and I can't explain why. The more I listen the worst thing got. And the only way I can explain the events is it was synchronicity on steroids. Everything felt so real to me as it was happening but the doctors have said it was a psychotic break. Here is what it felt like to me. Crazy fb that felt like I was a target but they said it was just my own brain.

Her world crashed

One day her world was crashed
It was fun up in a dizzy
It seems she had been deceived
She played out a part in her disbelief
Till she woke up, wanting to scream
Security, safety, always lost
Nothing in the world was how it seemed
Her random babbling words took flight
Without her permission what a fright
They walked out of her room
They flew from the kitchen
They had grown legs and wings
Then to it seemed the walls were alive
They had ears, they had eyes
They had things to say about her life
They thought they knew her
The story of her life they had deciphered
What she should do, and how
They all have the answers
Every wall, every door, and window
Even the ceiling, screamed answers
They still pieces of her
The good, The Bad, the Misunderstood
They threw it in her face
A slap disgrace
A daily insult of her mistakes
She swallows her tears
Put your head up to fly high
Let them say what they like
For not one day
Of her life
Have they lived