Bipolar Blues

Thoughts racing pole to pole
No way to stop I can't control
Months in the gutter days in the sun
Is it over now has my time come
Back up again like back to normal
The look on my face from dead to cordial
My silent battle rages on
I dare not tell from dusk to dawn
Internalize this constant battle
Blend in each day like herd to cattle
Left is right and right is left
Stuck in the crosshairs of mental heft
Rinse repeat and don't complain
Give this day my daily brain

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