By Kennedy Z

Living with bipolar depression is impossible
I cannot say
Life has been fair to me
It is true
I cannot be happy
Why do people think,
I am okay on the inside.
That does not make sense
Being angry and anxious
Consumes me.
The support I receive from my family
Does not reach my thoughts
This “disorder”
Will win in the end
My perseverance
Is a joke
Giving up
Is the only option I have.
It will not work
Unless I turn it around.

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