Poetry
Bipolar Controls
A poem about living with bipolar disorder.

Things go up Things go down Things may spin me all around
Voices call Voices scream Voices whisper in my dream
Feelings come Feelings go Feelings doubt all that I know
People watch People flee People judge what they can see
Fear wakes up Fear takes hold Fear stops me from being bold
Thinking stops Thinking speeds Thinking leaves me in the weeds
It rules me It controls It’s bipolar taking tolls
Covers day Covers night Covers all that I must fight
So I push So I pull So I fight to keep my soul
- Written November 6, 2022
Living with bipolar disorder often feels like riding the scariest roller coaster going backwards at the speed of light with everything on fire. Not every day is as scary, but too many of them are.
Bipolar can color every second of every day, and there’s no stepping away or taking a vacation. Sometimes it’s too much, but you must never give up.
Hold on, close your eyes, and hopefully the worst of this ride will pass quickly.
Until next time, keep fighting.
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