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And if this poem isn’t a perfect example of rapid-cycling mixed-state bipolar, I’ll eat my hat:  “Temporary Insanity”

I’m picking up the pieces of

my shattered personality.

The mirror is the image of

a fractured, broken mind.

THe fabric of reality

is ripped to hell and gone. I sit

alone with eyes squeezed shut; I know

I’m simply going crazy.

I don’t know who I am, you see

a crisis of identity.

I’m rhyming, though; how can this be?

I scream out loud, “No more!”

I can’t control the words I say

Much less control my manic life

I think I’ve really lost it now;

I want to find a knife!


3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Hillary
    Feb 06, 2015 @ 17:18:05

    I am not a poet at all, so I admire all who are. I also do not have much experience with bipolar, but I respect how well you vented your feelings and how you did so in a creative way.

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  2. jdlwhitehead
    Feb 06, 2015 @ 18:08:03

    Poetry is something I’ve done most of my life, and I think it can reveal things about ourselves we’re not even aware of. So I think the fact that these poems, written 20 years ago, show so clearly what I was going through with my bipolar is amazing, considering I didn’t even know what bipolar was myself.

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  3. kcgroves
    Feb 07, 2015 @ 08:58:22

    It is sometimes such a relief to just write my feelings out on paper. I hope you were able to find some relief in writing this.

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