Trapped by my own brain
Struggling with the highs and lows, the brights the darks, the ups and downs
and trying to make sense of a senseless change in my mood.

I am all there, and then I am gone, and I can’t say where
or when I will return.
Half in, half out. Half empty, half full. My life is full of halfs and haves.
I have to take medicine to make my brain work
and then other times my thoughts are at the speed of light.

I have to have electroconvulsive therapy to jolt my brain back to balance
I have to find a means of survival
Half the time I am gone, sad, withdrawn and lost , and
Half the time I am on top of the world.
Haves and Halfs, Halfs and Haves
Bipolar.