BIPOLAR

Dear Society,

 

I’m done.

 

I’m done being judged by a 7 letter word.

 

I’m done letting you define me, classify me, group me, assume, judge and hurt me.

 

Drug us. Fill us with pills till we’re your definition of ‘normal.’

 

We are not a disease. We cannot be ‘cured.’

 

We are not contagious. Yet you make us seem like the worst disease known to man.

 

I’m done.

 

I’m done being looked at with the stare of psychologist, psychiatrists, social workers, therapists, who wonder just exactly how screwed up we are as they observe us like animals in a zoo. It’s disgusting.

 

Dear society,

 

F**k you.

 

You turn us into this. Psychological disorders are a ‘bad’ thing.

 

BAD. BAD. BAD.

 

I’m done.

 

I want to open the eyes of the blind who only see us as ‘freaks.’

 

Stop hating, stop hurting, stop judging.

 

And you wonder why suicide rates skyrocket?

 

I am not that 7 letter word.

 

I am so much more.

 

Dear hopeless, clueless, Society,

 

I hate you.

 

Sincerely,

 

BIPOLAR.

But I prefer ‘Jess’

Reviews

[Richard Anthony Goulart]

Holy Good God Cow............................Excuse my language but Jeezus this has touched me as it relates to so much in this world. An amazing writer you are, no doubt about it. Bipolar is not that seven letter word that describes you because you are a writer, a six letter word that describes everything that you are. Let that define you, fill you up and F%$# everything else. Keep on writing and by all means tag me in everyone. Have a spectacular day.

[Pickleby Davies]

I feel as if this is so powerful because of irony and deride. The fact that you're talking to psychologists and psychiatrists (which trust me I feel the same way toward)
about how they aren't any better than the rest of the world...they still judge, and make assumptions, and treat you like an infirm child. Then you ask how they can wonder why the suicide rates are so high-it's because the whole world makes them feel like freaks: including the medicine that the doctors pump them with. I love the ending as well, it's so bitter and scorning. The whole poem really makes you self reflect and I love it.

[SilentVerses]

Cynical mocking fills your words with a resentment that gives you power, beauty runs parallel to your strength as you fill the words they stereotyped you with and twisted them to make them mean something more. A unique isolation of turning your back on being put down you spread your arms wide and let the freedom of words and understanding fill you, as you fly with the confidence of your belief you shed the misconceptions they placed upon your shoulders and the timidity you may have felt has fled with their hatred, left behind is the pure light of your genuine bittersweet symphony, it is beautiful to behold.