The Curse

Menacing is my Bipolar
like a yoyo on a ride.
Up and down around she goes
there’s confusion deep inside.

Depression felt most of the time
being manic not so much.
A chain’s wrapped around my head
is unsafe and out of touch.

Chemically out of balance
a dysfunction inside my brain.
Every day seems so different
no two days are ever the same.

It controls all my waking thoughts
what am I suppose to do?
This curse I’ve been blessed with
constantly affects my moods.

Sometimes I want to kill myself
or hide and go to sleep.
Withdraw myself from this world
this same old cycle I repeat.

I feel I am going insane
for balance is hard to find.
My thoughts send me out of control
which twists my fragile mind.

Bipolar is my mental illness
there will never be a goodbye.
I am surviving hell’s furry
along for a turbulent ride.