Between happy and sad
There's a very fine line
Which you have to be upon
In order to feel fine.
If you dropp down below
Pain is all you'll feel
Suffer in darkness
Not knowing what's real,
But if you rise too high
Things barely improve
As from suicidal darkness
To manic confusion you move.
Like a yo-yo you cross the line
Up and down without prediction
Almost like instability
Becomes you're addiction.
Never knowing what's to come
Where on the scale you shall lie
Or when it will overpower you
When you shall come to die.
Like a yo-yo through highs and lows
Fearing the worse
And crossing the line,
Welcome to the bi-polar curse.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
great pice of art on a tough subject