“The Nameless Faces”
We are the nameless
You fear us with ignorance
All you know is our label
Bipolar Disorder;
Vague to some
All to familiar to us.
We live with it every day.
If you knew you'd walk
away.
Why is there this stigma
We fight every day?
People fear what they
Do no understand.
Newly diagnosed fear it
the worst.
How will this affect my
life
Now that I have a label
That falls under mental
illness?
Will my friends abandon
me?
Will my coworkers find
out?
How will my family react?
Will they fear me, or love
me
Just the same as before?
Will they understand
Why I wake up one way,
Then another the next?
Will they shun me?
Will they be there when
I am overcome with
Delusions of grandeur?
Will they fear me when
I become psychotic and
paranoid?
Will they know what to do
with me?
Or will they thrust their
hands in the air
And leave me in the
hospital to rot?
Bipolar Disorder is a
thrill.
Bipolar Disorder is a
chill,
That runs down my spine
Once in a while.
But when will the