Sitting in a dark room yearning
Thoughts, constantly franticly churning
Rushing through my mind blurring
Any rational logic occurring
Paranoia seeded, growing
People cross my path unknowing
Am I up or am I down
Will I show a smile or frown
Others say I am too tiring
People always needing requiring
Normal, normal, just be normal
No, I cannot, I'm abnormal
Chemical imbalance warning
So my friendship you'll be scorning
Just have patience I keep crying
Such frustration underlying
It's not my fault I keep sighing
You can change they keep implying
If only it was that simple friend
My path is hard to comprehend
In my mind, I have no control
Ideas you have none of the tolls
This illness makes upon my life
Do you think I want such strife
Some days I am so tired
Of how nature my brain has wired
Through and through declared exhaustion
All things felt in disproportion
I simply cannot reorder
This bipolar disorder
About the Creator
Susan F Weimer
I live in a rural area in upstate New York with my fiancé and three dogs. Mine is a simple life filled with simple pleasures.
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