You don't like it

It eats at you every day

You feel so unhappy

You don't want to do anything

You want to cry, punch, die

Then, it changes.

You don't want it to go away

You are like a bird in the sky

Anything is possible

You want to jump, smile, live

It's like you're split

Split between what is perfect and what is hell

No one understands it

YOU don't even understand it

It's a nightmare

The doctors don't know what to do

so they put numerous amounts of medicine into you

hoping you won't blow

They compare you to a bottle of soda that been shaken

But you’re not a bottle of soda

You are a person

A person with bipolar disorder