The Monster

I am bipolar and this is how I feel when I have a bad episode. A lot of people don't understand mental illness or the people who suffer from it. This is the best description I could come up with.

I hide inside this dark, hollow shell

Living with a monster from Hell.

No escape, no relief in sight,

Its energy dark, its hold on me tight.

It waits in the shadows of my mind

It comes from behind when I am blind.

The monster strikes when I am weak

I'm stricken with rage and cannot speak.

When it shows its terrifying ugly face

I'm helpless but to scream and pace.

All I want in this life is to be free,

But I find that the monster is me.