The voices started,
The visions taunted.
Anger was on the loose,
Sadness was steering abuse.
I drifted away,
Further by the day.
It was under my skin,
I felt pinned.
I heard them speak the unsaid,
I saw them bleed the cut they have not bled.
Hunger-pains I could not manage,
Even the pills could not bandage.
End it! End it! End it! They shouted.
My vision was clouded, and re-routed.
Unstable, they screamed.
Suddenly I awoke from the bad dream.
Emotion is the trigger,
That blows my brain into a killer.
It’s an infection,
That alters my reflection.
Bi-Polar.