The war inside my head is never ending. It is terrifying to argue with my own self. Even if I win, I still lose. Some days I feel as though I could truly fly. Other days I can barely force myself to move. I just want to be somebody else. I see smiling faces and, of course, I mimic them hoping they cannot see the haze in my eyes.
- Author: mindysueh ( Offline)
- Published: October 27th, 2017 13:09
- Comment from author about the poem: I deal with bipolar depression and sometimes it tears me apart.
- Category: Sad
- Views: 69
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I wish it was - Even if I lose I win - for you!
Thank you! I wish it was too! but there cannot be optimism without pessimism. (:(
Thanks M. And yet I'm not a believer in the idea of there has to be darkness for the light to show up. Have a half-full glass, not a half-empty one! yet it's a real condition, I know. I mean, I know from what I've heard, not personal experience (thankfully?).
It is a real condition and i'm happy that you don't have to deal with it, but you still acknowledge it as so. Thank you for your insight!!!! (:(
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