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 impeccable ace

Impulsive, restless and excessively gregarious

Spending all your savings on that exorbitant dress

So distant from reality, you don't realize you're nearing bankruptcy

But once you do, you'll fall into that abyss of stress

I'll steer you to suicidal thoughts and hallucinations

You'll almost believe it's impossible to be free

But if you gather the courage to get help

I do take no for an answer and bend my knee

Support from strong relationships could bring some hope

But only if they hold your hand before you've drowned

I get worse if left untreated

But therapy and medications could turn your circumstances around

I could follow you throughout your life

Or you could try and leave behind some extent of mania and depression

Even if I stop talking to you on a daily basis

I'm sure I have left an indelible impression

-Maithili