bipolar

the mind is beautiful

the pictures it makes

the song it sings

the mess it creates

the thoughts that ring 

the clock it hates

the mind is destruction

the darkness creeps

the shadows appear

the moods, 

they weep

- i'll still love you through it all

This poem is about: 
My family
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