Caged.

My struggle with Bipolar.

Stuck within.

One broken body.

One broken me.

Just because we try

To be normal,

Just becasue we

Do things to

Seem normal,

Doesn't mean anyone

... Me ...

I am.

 

I function differently.

Take a couple smile pills

And hope that I can

Get through my day

How 'the others' do.

Attainable???

I think not.

Not today anyway.

 

The caged bird sings,

People smile and keep walking.

The front worked.

Works too well now.

I'm stong ...

Must remain strong.

I'm strong,

But cracked and hoping

No one will notice.

No one does ...

Not truely.

Not the true depth anyway.

Most will believe

It's only on the surface.

 

DAMN ME.

DAMN ME.

DAMN ME.

 

I let me all believe

The lie

I'm hoping to make

My own truth.

Forever haunted

... Caged ... Stuck ... Imprisioned

By my own

'STRONG' hand.

 

I WANNA ...

Scream

Beg

Cry

Hide

Fade way

Feel pain (from myself)

Reviews

[Alias Fletcher]

Good job! My wife has borderline personality disorder and is bipolar. Thanks for reminding me how much you both struggle. Her meds help, but she has some really bad days. Happy Thanks Giving, charly