A Bipolar mind
Is never a quiet mind
Thoughts race through my brain
Sometimes I think I'm going insane
Mania, on top of the world
Living on two hours of sleep
But it's okay, because I far from weak
I feel like I could fly
Talking fast like I was never shy
Information, ideas, concepts all running through my mind
My mouth trying not to trail behind
Life is amazing
Mania at it's best
A Bipolar mind
Is never a quiet mind
Thoughts race through my brain
Sometimes I think I'm going insane
Depression, lower then low
14 hours of sleep
I'm still weak
My world is looking bleak
Brutal thoughts flood my brain
My mouth trying not to speak
For Fear others think I'm a freak
Life is hard
Depression, at it's worst
A bipolar mind
Emotions arise
The darkness of disguise
The rainbow of lies
Mania, Anger simmers from inside
Agitation takes me for a ride
Clenched fists, Red face
I swear this is the case
Depression, Isolation engulfs me
My only option a small knife
Thoughts of taking my own life
This is my strife
A bipolar mind
Is never a quiet mind
Thoughts race through my brain
Sometimes I think I'm going insane.
