A Bipolar Love Story

My Light..
Rushing through my veins, the best drug in the world…I’m high..
Swimming through my soul, the most beautiful mermaid…I’m high..
Twirling and dancing and singing and Loving
It gets no better than this…until…
Pounding in my chest, pounding in my chest…anxiety grips my mind
Not knowing, not knowing…Not knowing if the feeling will last
My drug…
Crashing down around me like glass from a shattered mirror
My world goes dark…
Smell the sadness and anger in the room
Through dialated pupils I can see..in the mirror..The mirror!
I turn away, horrified at what I might see…who’s there?
Gone is my perfect image…the image…my image?
I catch a glimpse in the mirror of a reflection
But only a monster stares back at me…
Who are you? Where do you come from? and Why?
She stares back and laughs…she laughs..shes laughing at me!
As I cry, she laughs but she begins to look just like me
Rushing through my veins, the worst drug in the world…I’m no longer high…
Swimming through my soul with as much grace as a monster truck..I’m low…
No more twirling, no more dancing, no more singing, no Love…
Only lonliness remains
I sit alone and look for my Light…
But only the monster remains
Staring at me
I search for My Light, My Light..Where did it go?
She scared it all away. Again.
I should be angry, but
Shes all I have left now so I embrace her…
After all, she’s Me.

Poetry by Aisha Thalia

"Depression"