Bipolar Symptoms We Are To Shame To Talk About

Schizo got my white man knowin’ What papa felt like bein’ black. Mania got me actin’ like a strawberry fiendin’ fo’ crack. Got OCD and I cain’t get my hands clean Passin’ out on my carpet Because I’m high off my bleach Spider crawlin’ past my head makin’ me Panic Anxiety attack ragin’ on and now I’m frantic Nothin’ left but suicide to get rid of this pain But, if I kill myself I’ll bring reproach on my God’s Name Can’t even preach What example do I show? When people look at me They have to ask What could she possibly know? Tired of the fight But, I know if I let go… I’ll never stop- The curse of bipolar is that I’ll over-do everything Wind up on skid row Without a pen-ny And some type of venereal disease From having so many lovers and Probably a bunch of kids With none of them wanting sick crazy me for a mother So I lock myself in my bedroom And become a hermit Write hate love poems on my laptop And pretend I have wit Dream of contact But, have to refuse to be touched Because even one look from a man is simply too much And I’m out of control I am only normal I just want to make love Sick of great sex I just want to make love I’m Crazy and Lonely for Love CAN I DIE TONIGHT? ?