Two-Faced Biology
This is a poem about my bipolar disorder and how I wish I could be different.
By A. Marie GrahamPublished 5 years ago • 1 min read

Don’t use blue.
And please no shades of red, they don’t mix well, just opposite sides in my head.
The purple turns to black.
It fills me up and pours over consuming me over and over;
Suspended in darkness in what feels like forever, lost in the seas of my own mind and I can’t keep living this way...
So please, Color me white...
Make me a blank canvas;
Start from the beginning...
Rebuild me from the bottom up.
I only ask that you paint me in the light
So that I may know freedom.
Color me yellow like the canary and let me sing in my joy,
Maybe we can try shades of green?
I hear they bring inner peace,
and browns...
Brown like the earth,
help me feel grounded again.
About the Creator
A. Marie Graham
Though I’m not sure if I’m any good, still, I just really like to write.



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