Manic Depression- a poem
Manic Depression Hey, my name is bipolar disorder But you can call me manic depression You're not aware of my existence yet But I'm here to leave an indelible impression I was given to you by your father And have been dormant within your genetic design Now I'm awakened by that traumatic incident After being asleep in you for 25 years of time Now that person is hurting you And you're slipping into the dark I'm whispering some hopelessness and insomnia And forthwith, on a depressive episode you embark I murmur anger and hostility in your head Until your brain is in my control I provoke some uncontrollable crying In an attempt to destroy your fragile soul Messages of fatigue and worthlessness Injected in you but just before you explode I give you extraordinary euphoria and energy And it marks the commencement of your manic episode Your train of thought becomes so swift You're unable to match pace Your skyrocketing delusional self-worth Feeling like you're an