I am not crazy. I am not crazy.

Do not look at me like I am crazy.

I am just psychologically unstable.

Just a little mentall illness, that’s all.

But there is nothing wrong with me.

I am fine!

My moods change now and then.

I can go off any minute now, if I get pushed over

the edge.

Everyone around me is walking around eggshells.

They don’t know which way I will go as the hours

go by.

I am like a ticking time bomb.

Neighbours think I am an attention-seeking brat.

‘Bipolar? What is that? There is no such.’

But they don’t know.

Sometimes, I am in a deep dark hole, depressed to

the core.

Sometimes I am too happy, almost euphoric.

Sometimes I get too angry and aggressive

And sometimes I am quiet and hopeless,

wondering if life matters anymore.

If only I could regulate and master my moods and

feelings

And never forget to drink those damn prescription

pills,

I would function normally.

But I can’t help it.

Shouting, crying, pulling my hair, throwing things

and being delusional.

Am I beyond help?

People laugh, criticise and condemn me.

My family doesn’t get me.

All I want is love, understanding and support.

I am not crazy.

If only you would stop calling me crazy.