bipolar

“I’m Sorry That I’m Bipolar” By Uncle C I’m sorry that I’m bipolar, that’s the weight on my shoulders, A life of highs and lows, feels like I’m walking on boulders Disorder in my veins, placed in this circus of life, Rolling the dice, hoping fate won’t cut me like a knife. I’m sorry for the moments when I’m out of control, The manic highs, and the lows that swallow me whole. But this fire inside, yeah, it burns and ignites, Even in the chaos, I’m still chasing the light. Rolling the dice, it’s a gamble I know, But in this circus of life, I’m still running the show. Bipolar or not, I’m a soldier, I’ll fight, And make peace with my shadows while I reach for the heights.