And just when I thought I was doing fine
the chemistry in my brain is changed and I retreat.
Between the bed clothes I hide
away from the world, work and myself.
I feel like nothing and shrink into my shell.
To the outside world all has to be well.
I just don't get this thing called life
and all the things for which we strive.
Others don't understand and pass remarks,
they're unappreciated and inside I grimace.
This unpredictable bipolar brain and its drugs,
just when I thought I had it tamed.
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