I long for grey...
The true colors of a Bipolar mind
The highs, the lows; no mood in-between
An illness so cruel, so silent, unseen.
How long must I endure your stay?
I am black or white; never shades of grey.
Emotions like burns; how they sear my soul
A darkness so wicked, a bottomless hole
I beg you release me, no longer your prey
I see black or white; never shades of grey.
“I love you, I hate you – no please don’t leave!”
Just once, I beg of my head a reprieve
My words used as weapons; I don’t mean what I say
I speak black or white; never shades of grey
So manic, so hyper, so out of control
How can I want nothing, but also want it all?
So numb yet so conscious; bipolar you say
I act black or white; never shades of grey.
The meds mute my color, they filter the dark
The contrasting white nowhere nearly as stark
If I’m to feel normal, is this really the way?
Be still – black & white – and make room for the grey.



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