Poem of Lies

Posted on April 15, 2011 in Bipolar Disorder Poems Stigma

I have a hockey mask in my closet ((Of course, I don’t. I’m not Jason.))
When I get mad, I murder. ((Studies show that the mentally ill are more likely to be the victims of violence than to commit acts of violence.))
Ups and downs are normal. ((But not like I have them!))
I am worthless, best ignored, ((Many of the world’s great thinkers have lived with bipolar disorder))
and just like the rest of my ilk. ((Symptoms can vary widely between individuals. Medications that work for one person, may not do well for others.))
It’s all in my head, it’s all in my head. ((Recent studies point to the possible implication of the neural clusters in the gut as being implicated. And this is not imaginary.))
Just wait it out and it will all go away. ((Despite the episodic nature, the disease tends to get worse over time if left untreated.))

This post is in response to Day 14 of the Health Activist Writers Challenge: “Write a poem” where every line is a lie or misconception about your health condition.