I’m bipolar, it’s a heavy crown,  

The worst kind, it can drag me down.  

It’s all or nothing, a fierce fight,  

From dark despair to pure delight.  

Each day’s a trial, a battle to face,  

My mind’s a war zone, a chaotic space.  

I don’t mean to sound grim, I have my highs,  

Moments of joy that light up the skies.  

When happiness strikes, it’s a brilliant blaze,  

My excitement shines in a dazzling maze.  

But when sadness hits, it’s a crushing blow,  

Like a mallet to my head, moving slow.  

My anger’s a storm, fierce and unkind,  

I fall apart, lose what I find.  

I cry so much, my eyes turn red,  

A flood of emotions, as I tread.  

Self-esteem swings, low and then high,  

My feelings are vast, like the open sky.  

Yet I love who I am, every part,  

With a strong, big heart and a passionate art.  

I can face another day, come what may,  

With love in my soul, I’ll find my way.  

Through chaos and calm, I’ll rise and stand,  

Embracing my journey, hand and hand.