Laughter outside,
no one can deride
the feeling I have, inside.
A mixed state
no one can berate,
is a part of my Bipolar One,
as I come undone.
Happy and snappy,
wanting to take a 'nappy'.
Up and down,
the feelings that surround,
like a merry-go-round.
Spinning, spinning, feeling dizzy,
feeling lost, in a tizzy.
Medication, education, makes up me...
...but still, I can see.
A vision of no derision,
I make my decision.
To be strong,
even if I'm wrong.
I'll sing a song
among the throngs...
I am a person,
not a worse one.
I am Bipolar One,
don't be stunned.
It is good and bad,
has me sad, glad and rad.
It's a gift,
gives me a lift.
At it's best, creativity,
much activity.
It has me rhyming,
within this timing.
I can still write,
with much insight.
It is my light,
in my life, tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem