Poem of Questions about Bipolar Disorder

Posted on April 8, 2011 in Bipolar Disorder Poems

When is it going to feel like I am Emperor of the World again?
Why do they call it Depabloat?
He’s not smiling. Is he mad at me?

What can I do to STOP my racing thoughts?
Why are my hands shaking?
Why isn’t my Xanax working anymore?

I don’t feel depressed, I feel like nothing. Is that something else?
Where can I hide?
Should I answer the door when I am like this?

Has God cursed me?

This post is in response to Day 8 of the Health Activist Writers Challenge: “Poem”