My Disorder

 In the depths of my being, a tempest brews,
A relentless storm, a battle I must choose,
Bipolar disorder, a foe deep within,
A relentless struggle, where I fear I can't win.

It creeps and whispers, distorting my mind,
Leaving me searching, longing to find,
The real me, buried beneath the waves,
But bipolar disorder, it claims and enslaves.

In moments of mania, I soar to great heights,
Unleashing my spirit, embracing the lights,
But in the euphoria, a danger resides,
A loss of control, where sanity hides.

And when the darkness descends, oh, so deep,
I'm swallowed by shadows, unable to sleep,
Depression's embrace, suffocating and cold,
Drains me of life, numbing my soul.

I yearn for stability, a steady ground,
Where the real me can always be found,
But bipolar disorder, it taunts and it maims,
Leaving me fragmented, forever in chains.

Yet within this battle, a strength does arise,
A resilience within, that refuses to compromise,
For I am more than this disorder's name,
I am a fighter, refusing to be tamed.

So I face each day with courage anew,
Navigating the chaos, seeking what's true,
Though it may feel like it's killing the real me,
I hold on to hope, for one day I'll be free.

I seek understanding, compassion, and care,
Building a support system, willing to share,
For bipolar disorder may try to steal,
But I'll fight back, determined to heal.

And in the depths of this struggle, I find,
A strength within, unyielding and kind,
For the real me is not defined by this fight,
But by the resilience that shines so bright.

So, I'll keep on battling, with every breath,
Hoping for moments of peace and success,
For bipolar disorder may try to kill,
But the real me, deep inside, it never will.