Mental illness weighs me down.
At times, I lean into depression;
At times, I surge—
a lake brimming with excitement.
As bipolar,
I rise and fall between twin poles—
a restless savage, untamed.
All around me,
a crowd of kindred minds—
the mentally unwell,
dancing silently in daylight.
The yellow rays gladden my eyes,
but my heart—
my heart is jaundiced,
misshapen with the sickness.
Still, I stand.
Still, I breathe.
Self-reliant in madness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem