Not just a disorder

The air begins to become thin as she takes another breath,

she tries to calm her nerves down as she feels she's near to death.

The anger built up inside her is finally sinking in, 

as she tries to tell her therapist but all she can do is fake a grin.

One second she's hyper then the next angry or depressed,

she just wants to be a normal kid, but she knows that she's a mess.

Her family is supportive as they try and help her through it,

but the family doesn't really understand exactly how to do it.

They stand by her side as she screams, cries, and laughs.

the family is right with her, trying to lead her to the right path.

She is very stubborn and makes her own decisions,

but the family continues to take her to all types of physicians.

They just want a treatment to cure this mess that came about,

the family really is just trying to help her out.

As she screams out for help, but most just ignore her,

not many people know that she has bipolar disorder.

This poem is about: 
Me
My family

Comments

Kpetry77

Open to any advice or comments, thanks for reading.

 

Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.
 

 

If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741