I Am [Affected]

I don't need sleep - it doesn't need me.
Three days have passed and I have come
out strong, the light at the end of the tunnel
a flaming torch still on fire...

Pressure (pressure)
every word I've ever swallowed
is
Racing.
My thoughts are born wild
and I am a hurricane upon forests
that all quake
when I stomp through.

There is little control, though philosophers
tell me in their studies my mind is capable
(of power beyond imagination).
I am confused about gravity.
Panic... panic sings out in a soprano
voice suited for angels.

Everyone crowds, the discomfort makes my
cheeks itch. Acceptance, admittance, there
is so much I could be judged about.
I feel embarrassed about fearing their
criticism, but it soaks into my thoughts
and can't be drained.
What do I do with social interactions?

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And I can't seem to complete this breath
because time beckons me with dark, sour fingers
I want to open up to.

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5/12/13 @ 5:08 pm written about Bipolar Disorder which I don't have but I wanted a prompt, on the darker side, and was thinking about mood swings. I did a bit of research just touching the surface of this disorder, I don't know a lot about if. I know it can be hard to diagnose and that some may have certain symptoms and others may not depending on the severity, I wanted to attempt looking into it further from the mania and depressive states. Thanks.