I dissect the world with every thought and breath,
This is something I can't stop until I reach my death.
But in my dissection that comes from my mind,
Often I find answers that not many will find.
When I have my concepts and share them with a friend,
They say they aren't true for there's not a book that they're in.
This gets frustrating it sometimes tortures me,
If their mind was bipolar I believe they would see.
Bipolar is a blessing and a curse at the same time,
Most of the people this way often have a brilliant mind.
They say it is a disorder in this I must agree,
For most of my friends say there are two of me.
Manic episodes is when this change occurs,
But, there is just a treatment without any cures.
If you are like me there's one thing I want to say,
Take your meds as prescribed and have a great day.
