When will it get better?
Times have gotten wetter.
I miss you so much,
This is such
A hard time for me.
But I will not flee.
From the feeling so sad,
I did so much bad.
I’ve about had
Enough, not just a tad.
I remember feeling so much energy,
Or was it synergy?
Flight of ideas,
My heart did sear,
Wonderful thoughts
Myself, I taught.
Now I’m just sleepy,
Or feeling quite weepy.
Mixed states of up and down,
Turning me around and around,
In a day,
I just want to say
I’m waiting for that day
When I can say...
I’m finally free
Leave me be.
But being bipolar is for life,
Might as well hand me a fife.
There’s no cure
Just focus on the allure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem