The Bipolar Mind

by Pamusart

When things in life are at their best,
inside my mind I'm still depressed.
Bi-polar feels a bit like that.
I won't arise or even chat.

It's like a tunnel with no end.
The train is coming round the bend.
No light is seen outside or in.
I might as well just pull the pin

There seems to be nowhere to go,
and other people just don't know.
They never know what they should do.
and haven't got a single clue

But still my life has always had
these ups and downs that drive me mad.
Depression always brings me down
I tire of seeing sorrow’s frown

With no way out, I hide inside.
My energy has stepped outside
I'm feeling queasy in my gut,
and thinking maybe I'm a nut.

At times like this, I never cry,
but sometimes want to say goodbye.
Goodbye to life, goodbye to earth.
Of happiness, I have a dearth.

The opposite is also true.
I'm falsely glad when life is blue.
The manic side invades my mind.
Coherent thoughts are hard to find.

A tension headache starts to roar.
I don't know what I'm living for.
Some thoughts will flee and can't be caught.
Remaining thoughts begin to rot.

Remission means a lot gets done.
I'm up all night and having fun.
When I'm between the lows and highs,
is when my thinking can be wise

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July
2024

Some people asked me to write a poem about the depressive side of bipolar. I had previously written one about the mania, This one deals with both.

Pull the pin is what is done for setting off a grenade.

Credit google for the photo

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