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I’m Bipolar
I can feel my mood dropping
It’s out of my control
I need to grab a handle either of a bottle
Or of my soul
I thought I left my past in the past essentially
Brain races so much I can’t erase memories
Laying in bed for days they won’t go away
If I stay there all day I know I’ll be okay
I’m trapped in these 4×4 walls
Voices in my head saying don’t pick up calls
Everything will be alright
Because no matter what
I’m a menace to my own insanity
Close eyes lock the doors throw away the key
I stand alone fighting this stigma’s exposure
Am I the only one who is Bipolar?
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Charles King: Behind The Laughter 