Living in a living hell never feeling all is well

Always feeling something’s wrong

Never being able to just get along

Always being the oval in a round hole

Never touching all the sides

Mental illness rarely ruins just one life

It fills many with grief and strife

Always striving most often failing

Trying to fit in with emotions flailing

The relentless pattern of highs and lows

The turmoil that cannot be explained so no one knows

A future that cannot be predicted a life lived in the now

No plan no stability no goals you don’t know how

Another internment a medication tweak

For what? A day, a month, a week

You want what we have a life a future

Not a never ending cycle of Bi-Polar

The options are becoming narrower

Either cure it or leave me alone