Oh... here are some thoughts I collected in a low point :) ....... sorta of my descript
ion of how Bipolar affects me, and how I view it in my life.
"It is my reflection, yet not mine at all by choice.
As I stared into the mirror, suddenly I heard its voice.
Then, as though I quickly vanished…There I stood within its skin.
Now, I don’t know where I start and where this reflection ends.
As a demon, it has taunt me…made its Will perfectly clear.
Yet, I know somewhere inside clings a lonely child in fear.
Her face, I don’t remember…for it’s been too long to see.
And ever since she ran away, I cannot see… yet here her breathe.
But sometimes I hear her crying… in the dark and silent night,
I only wish she would come closer… from the darkness into light.
Though I never again may know her… for someday she’ll fly away,
Then I’ll only be a reflection within my thoughts, each on display."
"I doubt sometimes whether a quiet and unagitated life would have suited me--- yet, I sometimes long for it." ~Byron
Post Edited (kmber72) : 2/14/2006 9:29:39 AM (GMT-7)