Michael P. McParland
Bipolar - Poem by Michael P. McParland
Bipolar it's my cross to bare.
I cannot tell you adequately it's sting of living hell.
I'm not here to tell you all my ins and outs,
there's no way for you to understand my daily ups and downs.
I can't tell you of the ways it's burned my life,
or even the highest points to create my art and even show my love.
I just wanted to lay it all right here for all to see.
Bipolar is my cross to bare.
Comments about Bipolar by Michael P. McParland
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You