Bipolar

Mr. Doctor Boy,

not quite man,

Can you show me

how to change the chemical composition of my brain?

Can you take authority

and claim to know how to cure me?

Mr. Doctor Boy,

Didn’t your father teach you

how to arrange dopamine and serotonin

in the correct orders?

Tell me of noradrenaline,

norepinephrine,

help me understand,

Mr. Doctor Boy,

be a man and fix me.


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8 thoughts on “Bipolar

    1. I think I’d rather the consistency, as weird as it sounds. It’s like crashing every time you slip under again, so it hits really, really, hard. And the ups aren’t always pleasant. Both keep you from sleeping in one way or another, among other issues, it can be really exhausting.

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  1. Lol, this piece was actually quite humorous to me, I have the same feeling towards people in that position. I love how you said “boy” instead of man, I was wondering where you were going with that, and sorry about the bipolar, I know some people who are, some very close to me, so I know it’s a hard thing to go through. Beautiful piece, I really enjoyed the rhythm and the way it was written 🙂

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