Bipolarism

Being Bipolar is not normal,

but it's normal to me,

having screaming silent conversations in my head,

loving life one moment at peace with the world,

in the blink of an eye..........wishing I'm dead,

soul wrenching blood pumping anxiety,

paranoia sweeps across my face,

everyone thinks I'm crazy,

strangers think I'm a disgrace,

turmoil is my shadow,

emotions that wrestle become shallow,

eyes that become vacant,

seem so hollow,

friends come with a smile,

misunderstandings abound,

words like leaves tumble to the ground,

drugs prescribed don't work for me,

feeling numb uncomfortable bliss,

like a shadow amongst the stars,

look away you want to miss,

being alone in a crowd,

is my passion of oneness allowed,

images cascade inside my mind,

blurred fuzzy whispers reside,

friends, family social outcast,

in the race for love I'm always last,

smiling happy faces all around,

make me sad then I feel bad,

I'm always lost never found,

I can't explain my misery,

its like walking a narrow path,

a prisoner of my tormented soul,

who just wants to be free,

being alone is a pleasure,

laughter can make me cry,

diamonds are my tears my treasure,

smiles my disease,

conflicting voices laugh and tease,

how do I explain what I don't understand,

describe what I cannot see,

feel what I cannot touch,

would you hold my hand,

am I asking to much,

I'm unique in my world,

others similar outreach,

being polar is a lesson,

to others I want to teach