Bipolarised

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic
A little poem to describe my bipolar day.

Submitted: December 09, 2015

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How will I wake, which side of the bed

Will I get up or stay here instead

Should I smile or should I frown

Will it let me soar or pull me down

 

I don’t know what to expect from the day

I suppose it doesn’t matter either way

My mind will decide all my reactions

No matter how happy are the distractions

 

It’s scary not knowing which me will be present

There’s turmoil inside but I’m forced to be pleasant

If they knew how I struggle to smile for their sake

They would stop seeing me as this hypocritical fake

 

I don’t want to feel like this all the time

In this hidden box, I feel like a mime

Trapped in an invisible cage

Forced to internalise this burning rage

 

Please think before you speak out loud

Please understand why I can’t be in a crowd

Imagine you can’t decide what to feel

Now try and understand how I fight to be real


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