My biggest demon, is my self
It feels like I’m falling
Then I’m crawling
Hands and knees
All sense flees
Boom, happy, but why
Chemical imbalance, random high
Needing to seek these validations
But then there’s all these obligations
Stress and thoughts racing
Consequences i never feel like facing
But it felt good in the moment
But my brain is my biggest opponent
She’s always fighting and screaming
“Stop what are you doing” she’s always rude and demeaning
Sleeping four hours
Feeling like super man and i have all these powers
What’s wrong, why do you hate
Brains i need to sleep it’s really late
Happiness here you are,
the fakest feeling by far
Happy for a day or three
Sad for a life time again, I’ll never be free
Here i am, bipolar me
But i want to be who i see
Strong beautiful and magnificent
But it’s hard to see when my brains so different
I am me not bipolar
But that’s how i feel, sometimes i wish i had a do over.
Every time I think you're gone you come knock on my door
Like hey hello I'm bored
Things are great, that's good
Let's think of these things that change your mood
Food for thought shandon
Remember that time you where left there abandoned
Or that time life was great and the bubble blew
Pop it was always your fault you
Or the last time you smiled?
That was great it was wild
But wait. Don't stop, it's ok,
Here I was having a nice day
You entered my mind and destroyed it
Put the thoughts in my mind deployed it
The bomb that went off in my brain
Depression this ungodly stain
On my soul
You come and take your tole
You're like the friend everyone loves to hate
Every time I'm feeling great
You come along with your destructive ways
Stay for daysrr
Make your self at home
In my brain it's just me all alone
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