Bipolar Disorder


This is manic depression.
It's rage and it's sadness,
And it all occurs at once.
It's the devil and it's an angel,
And all they do is argue -
Every time and every place.

I am left as the cross
Between the fire;
Hell's flames versus
Truth-seared halos,
Burning me alive
From the inside out.

While the devil feeds
Off the my fears of failure,
That angel thrives
On the falsified truths
That keep me alive.

This is manic depression.
It's an angel and it's the devil,
And they kill the innocent -
Blaming it on bipolar disorder.

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