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Poem Details
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| Title: | When Am I Me? |
| Author: | Brenda DiProspero |
| Date Submitted: | 4/25/2011 |
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I have no clue to the answer of that question, I don’t know who I am you see, What is it like to live life without Bipolar haunting whatever I want to be? Want to be you may ask, just a person that people not just see but hear. I go to bed one person and wake up to a stranger in my body full of rage, As if I am in an audition for a play, and the world is just a stage. I don’t want to be this person anymore, but I have no say in the matter, My head gets all full of voices and anger, too much for all the clatter. I can be told one day how good they think I am doing with my disease, They don’t have a clue as to what goes on when I am alone, no way to please. The monsters never really leave me alone, I have to fake it no matter the cost, Most days I count the hours for the day to end, having done nothing, feeling so lost. It kills me to watch my own daughter, for she has the same monster living within, My fault you would say, it came from me, that is my biggest sadness and sin. I can change it or make it go away for neither one of us, it is just there… Days are foggy, days are clear, sometimes we are ok and some days we fear…... |