Bipolar Blues (Act I)

 

I feel kinda good, don’t need so much sleep,
making some plans- some appointments to keep.
I left the house yesterday, went out in the yard,
what’s the big deal, that wasn’t so hard.
I saw something funny and actually laughed,
starting to think of the future instead of the past.

Ideas springing up in my head by the score,
things are coming together, I’m not afraid anymore .
Was that a small smile I felt on my face,
could I want some company from this human race?
Have a drink, maybe gamble, go trolling for fun,
what happened to death-mode, what happened to numb?

I go see the Doctor to spread the good news,
it’s quite a big let down when I hear his views.
"Don’t get upset and try not to get panic,
your not really well; just a recurring manic"
I try not to believe him or get mad and explode
I don’t want to go back into a depressed episode

Oh Doc can’t you keep me like this for a while?
I can feel some of happy, I can run for a mile.
What’s wrong with my brain if it makes me feel great?
I want to see people, maybe I can relate.
Please don’t kill my brain with the shocks and the meds,
I finally feel something good, I don’t want to be dead.

What I get’s an increased dosage and another new med,
he’s suspicious of the happiness filling my head.
This must be a symptom of my terminal condition,
cant let any feelings ruin the pharmaceutical mission .
Doc, your bad attitude only adds to my panic,
what’s wrong with feeling good...even if it’s manic?


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