Bipolar Poem by M McParland
Bipolar
Bipolar it's my cross to bare.
I cannot tell you adequately it's sting of living hell.
I'm not here to tell you all my ins and outs,
there's no way for you to understand my daily ups and downs.
I can't tell you of the ways it's burned my life,
or even the highest points to create my art
and even show my love.
I just wanted to lay it all right here for all to see.
Bipolar is my cross to bare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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