THIS IS NOT FAIR
LIES...
FALSE BELIEFS....
DENIALS....
ACCEPTING WHAT IS NOT THERE...
WORRYING ABOUT MY BIPOLAR...
NOT KNOWING WHAT MOOD I'LL BE IN..
IS FRUSTRATING...
BEWILDERING AT THE SAME TIME...
TAKES MY ENERGY...
DRAINS ME OF ALL HAPPINESS...
MAKES ME FEEL LIKE AN ALIEN...
LIKE AN INVADER...
OR SOMEONE WHO CRASHES SOMEONE'S PARTY...
FEELING LEFT OUT...
FROM KNOWING HOW IT IS TO LIVE A CALM...
RELAXING LIFE...
CONSTANTLY EITHER HIGH OR LOW...
IN MY MOOD...
AND NOT HAVING A DECENT MOOD...
THAT IS IN THE MIDDLE GROUND...
INSTEAD IT IS EITHER REALLY REALLY MANIA...
MANIC I CALL OR...
DEPRESSED AS HELL.
WHY IS THIS WRONG WITH ME?
CAN'T I JUST BE THE WAY I WANT TO INSTEAD...
OF DEALING WITH THIS...
I HAVE ENOUGH STUFF GOING ON ALREADY...
AND NOW TO ADD ALL THIS.
WHY, GOD?
WHY?
AM I NOT YOUR OWN CHILD?
DID I COMMIT SUCH A GRAVE MISTAKE....
THAT U PUNISH ME SO...
IN THIS WAY?
-RAMANPREET
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