Your one small request is asking too much
For one who’s spent so much time out of light
So rarely feeling the warmth of God’s touch
Now at last alive and knowing I’m right.
For once let yourself step into my shoes
And sense how sure and excited I feel
Though you say it’s just a phase I’ll pass through,
This time it’s different. This time it’s real.
To argue this further is just a waste
Of time as you beg my return to your
View of normal. To life lived at your pace.
So I won’t listen, rest or go to bed
And no, I will not go back on those meds.
Bipolar II Disorder
Current Episode Hypomanic