- Bipolar +

Sometimes I get the feeling
that everyone is against me
Is this part of my horrid problem
I can't see!
Can I solve it?
These moodswings...
can I control them?
My angry heart -
can I console it?
My temper....
can I hold it?

I don't know
and that's
the sad part
I don't tend to finish
what I start
unless it is a poem
or song
perhaps that's why
I've wrote so long

It helps me deal
with mixed emotions
confusion is- 
the worst of notions
Besides boredom
for it makes me dwell
and that's when
I don't do so well
Anxiety will reach its height
I'll lye awake
and think at night

I wish I was born
with better genes
I'm not sure exactly
what this illness means
I suppose
there is a reason
for being created like this
yet that still
doesn't mean
that I enjoy
this sickness

It has even
taken many lives
such as Sylvia Plath
or my older sister
Who thought the answer,
the cure
was a suicide
What for?

I really hope
I don't
end up that way
So I'll be optimistic
persuade myself
it might be
better someday
No matter what
they all say
One route or another
I will find
the right way