Dear Bipolar,
why are you constantly at my door?
I try to make my family believe me,
but trust is no more.
They think im dimwitted,
for they are ashamed.
They call me things like crazy, slow, and insane.
I remember my life before it all turned black,
If i could just get one opportunity
to have it all back.
It”s not your fault, My family”s, nor mine,
but please im begging you,
dont come back this time!
-whittany