SILENT peaple with a spidery smile,
they are crippled and abandoned by
their very own flag,
storms, that dig six feet under,
storms, that kick and howl, then
settle into a cold bipoler storm,
SILENT peaple with their gigantic
moods, its so simple the sane peaple
say, just tell yourself to get out of
bed, get dressed, and smile on the
way out,
storms, that dig six feet under,
storms, that kick and howl, then
settle into a cold bipoler storm.
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I would like to translate this poem
Hi David, I met someone who is bipolar. It is really sad. They either have really great days or really sad days. She is around my age but a mess. I feel bad for her. I think you explained this well. I guess it like a storm. She must feel like that inside. Excellent write. Take care.