The summer that I just turned twenty-four,
A bipolar episode crossed my door...
Now that I have somehow turned forty-two,
I have learned tricks to appear sane to you.
Eighteen years of suffering strange mood swings
Has led to much pained wisdom that each brings.
02 June 2015
"Navigating Highs and Lows" (contest entry) (P.o.t.D. 6/2/15)
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bipolar,
meter,
pentameter,
poetry,
rhyming
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