

ChildhoodI miss making forts out of sheets and belts in our rooms And when playing imaginary and pretend games was a daily occurrence I miss thinking I would develop super powers somedayChildhood
I miss not caring
I miss not being when my thoughts were the least of my worries I miss not having a concept of normal I miss wanting to grow up to be a cowboy or a scientist I miss having fascination in anything and everything I miss being little


Bipolar: They think it's coolEvery day I have to take two pills to pretend Im normal Soon it will be more I feel it taking over, this melancholy over-protective paranoid anger That consumes me from the inside Rapid cycling bipolar disorder is what they call it I think they should just call it hell Many people have it worse off But honestly I can only think of myself I try hard to hide those parts of myself The uncomfortable and undesirable But sometimes I let it out, and people thinks its cool Im edgy and rough Emotional too They think its cool They will never undeBipolar: They think it's cool


SometimesSometimes I miss you more than Ill ever admit AndSometimes
Sometimes I hate you more than I ever said I could
Sometimes I drink alone at night to forget you and everything else And Sometimes a walk through the park will bring back everything
Sometimes I think about the love we once had And Sometimes I see through the charade
Sometimes I force myself to pretend it was all your fault But
Usually I know it was mine
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