Bi-polar

questioning how my life will go because of my bipolar disorder

Controlling my dpression.

Stopping my manic mood.

Too many questions.

Completly screwed.



Blaming my father,

even genetics.

Possibly even my brother.

Atleast I was blessed with my esthetics.



Controling the pills,

undestanding this unforseen trouble.

Avoiding the thrills,

hoping my life dosen't end in rubble.