The Way I Am

Age 16. This is one of the poems I can spot the Bipolar. 

I’m a loose leaf

pen thief 

Completely empty. 

I just want someone to get me

but everyone makes me feel shitty 

Look at me like I’m crazy

I am maybe

Someone save me. 

No one can so I grab a pen 

even I can’t understand 

Why I am the way I am.  

Someone come in

Save me from who I am. 

All I have are pens and paper. 

Maybe what I write can make me understand me later. 

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