I am Bipolar…

Something I didn’t ask for at birth.

It’s taken me some time.

For me to recognize my worth.

Bipolar doesn’t have me.

It cannot own someone who has strength…

Even though my strength sometimes fails me…

I look around and know people around me are the same.

Even though I don’t know them by name.

Others are Bipolar…

Still the anger rages on…

But inside I’m not weak, I am strong.

Living with Bipolar, I’ll put it in it’s place.

Sometimes it’s impossible, yet I always try

To put on a happy face.

Because someone out there is crying.

I want to help them from feeling like they’re the only one.

Well I get angry too.

If we work together, not apart…

I hope to prove your existence means something.

There’s a reason for the beating of your heart.