Being bipolar is magic,
it turns friends into strangers.
To them you're just as real,
as that baby in the manger.
Even though nothing's different,
they treat you like you're contagious.
And every word that comes out of your mouth,
to them it sounds outrageous.
So be extra careful,
whom you tell the truth to,
Because if you tell everyone,
the only one left will be you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem