i wear black to mourn myself

My ode to being bipolar

Everyday I attend a funeral

For the parts of me I’ve lost.

I mourn and cry for the many things

That have turned into a ghost.

I’ve watched a child, 

once delicate and sweet,

Learn bitterness and cruelty. 

I’ve seen every inch of my own hair 

Turn gray and fall to the ground.

The vultures all swarm for the bits of me

That have yet to be found.

Everyday I beg and plead 

Asking to become more of me. 

Yet everyday I attend a funeral 

And my mind continues to eat.