I Am Bi-polar

The uncanny thoughts tearing my head apart,

The burning desire to destroy everything into dust.

Sometimes lonely, sometimes tears,

Sometimes in maniac phase that helps me cheers.

Cheering up myself, cheering up my soul.

In those times it feels like burning coal.

Sometimes it's too much energy.

Sometimes it's even grief takes over me.

Grief for my deeds, for my loneliness that I feel.

In those times there is my family to let me heal.

To my family, to my love, I am as normal as them,

But to the society am I not a shame?

To some, I am a psycho, I am bi-polar,

To some I am mad, and I can be a killer.

One day maybe I will live a normal life I sought,

Or I will bear the disease until I rot.