Thank God For MI

I wish I could start over
Go back and fix
Mix and match genes
Creating different alleles

What ever…
Happened that caused me
To have this label
That I want to peel off
And replace w/ “Stable”
But isn’t going anywhere
Because its terminal
And I’m exhausted
I want to run from it

Yet I know the cause
Isn’t going to hinder
My outcome
This is just something
To deal with
That will make me stronger
I’m gaining strength
Because one day
I will no longer
Be out of breath
Running from this shit
Called Bipolar Illness

I know “they” see me
And treat me different
I don’t know what good
The movies have done
For mental illness..
Created a sense
That we are all
CONSTANTLY
OUT OF CONTROL
Yet it’s different
For everyone
I am just a tiny part
Of a bigger whole


I do my best
To stay well
I go to the doctor
I exercise
I take my meds
I do research
I meditate before going to bed
I’m honest with myself
That’s the only way
I clear my head

And I know I can’t
Make people comfortable
With the mentally ill
I myself even hate
The way that sounds “ill”
Like were loose cannons
Always strapped
With emotional bombs
Tick, Tick, Ticking…
Waiting to go off

This is my place
To try to make
Others aware
To stand up and shout
“WE AREN’T ALL HOW YOU PROCEIVE”
I’ve opened up
My mind for the world to see