From one day to the next

A reblog of a poem written by Pieces of Bipolar

Our Lived Experience

one day i’m fine, the next i dine
on suicide, and pesticide

one day i’m down with a frown
cold as stone, in agony moan

then i am gay for the day
inhibitions gone astray, life’s a grand ballet

one day i’ll fear nothing that’s real
an anxiety ordeal i don’t want to feel

then i am angry, a temper to see
explosive and scrappy, so don’t mess with me

can you keep up with so very much?
Go on tell me, will I be loved, or will I be judged?

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