Bipolar? Poem by Cheyenne Magee
Bipolar?
Silent tears as I write this
nothing left to fight with.
This deep sea of blue pulls me down
until my silent smile becomes a frown.
Some call it bipolar, well this is my life....
Each day passes with nothing but blue,
until the day I found you.
My constant anchor to life,
you give shadows light.
Pink and orange, purple and green
these are some colors I now see.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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