House of a Thousand Crazies

What it was like for me with two bipolar parents.

Sleeping in her room, cozy in bed
Days go by and no words emitted
Sugar and spice and nothing nice,
He comes round to thank me for my grades
Did I do right? Was it good enough?
How is his mood today?
Illness has crept through their diseased minds
I hug my knees tightly wishing for a new day
One where I can remain strong and not submit
Fall into the blackened twisted abyss that is their minds
Waiting for my chance to run far from here
To be in the normal world where all is not despair
To be level to have a taste of sanity forever
Not just in fleeting glances
My home is shattered and lying at my feet
Who I am doesn't make sense to me anymore
Identity fleeting, falling into the satiny folds of their sickness
They envelope me and pull me in
No logic remains in this bipolar world we live
This is my life now
The life in a house full of a thousand crazies.