I Am Like A Rainbow
I wrote this Poem to raise awareness of what it feels like to live with Bipolar disorder and the ups and downs associated with it. I hope you enjoy it.
My emotions are like a dark cloud on a sunny day, Though I'm as bright as Deneb in the Milky Way, I'm as warm hearted as a red sunburn to the touch, Though my temper is like Lava overflowing as such, I'm as happy and joyful as Mellow Yellow, I'm as peaceful as nature green, I'm as loud as a blue whales bellow, I'm beautiful like the color Indigo though I have low self esteem, My eyes are like purple skies, Though my face can hide the hurricane inside, I'm like the color Violet most, Though I'm unique I do not boast, As emotional as a dark cloud on a sunny day, I'm like a rainbow after a stormy day. Written By Samantha T
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I Am Like A Rainbow
My emotions are like a dark cloud on a sunny day, Though I'm as bright as Deneb in the Milky Way, I'm as warm hearted as a red sunburn to the touch, Though my temper is like Lava overflowing as such, I'm as happy and joyful as Mellow Yellow, I'm as peaceful as nature green, I'm as loud as a blue whales bellow, I'm beautiful like the color Indigo though I have low self esteem, My eyes are like purple skies, Though my face can hide the hurricane inside, I'm like the color Violet most, Though I'm unique I do not boast, As emotional as a dark cloud on a sunny day, I'm like a rainbow after a stormy day. Written By Samantha T
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