A poem about the highs and lows of Bipolar and reaching stability. If you don't feel in the mood to read you can just sit back, press play and watch the video instead. Hypo/mania is a special place, life is just fantastically great. I am the life and soul of the party, laughing and joking whole-heartedly. Others dance with me to my infectious tune, everything in life feels bright, warm, and sunny I hope this doesn't end any time soon. I sing a cheerful song as I soar through the sky my bipolar wings are helping me fly very high. I fly for days, weeks and sometimes months without much rest, I feel that I can stand this test. Mania joins me and comes along for the ride flying with me by my side. The sun is too bright and I can't see what is within my sight. As I reach my peak all of a sudden everything looks bleak, my wings become weak. Adrenalin leaves my side I am not enjoying this ride. The storm replaces the sun, I am in trouble but its only just begun...
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