Eventually we all
Bounce back to ourselves
Are old personality
Shines through as
Our weaknesses and faults
When the conditions
Gets bad enough
But when we are
There at the bottom
Then what do we do?
Round trip
The Inner World Journey
When the outer world is to hard,
To dangerous to deal with
The inner world is still here
Wherever you go
More or less present depending
On the place and situation
It follows you and it is
What really drives you
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Father
Trying to leave
The pain behind
Breaking with your
Father and your fate
Comes at a prize
I am freezing slowly
Dying
Being free is worth
Dying for
Feeling alive, a little
Again
Until next calamity
Strikes
And I am on the street
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Surviving Being a Partner to a Bipolar
Living with a bipolar partner can be very traumatic. All conflicts tend to be extreme. Whatever you are doing is completely wrong. You don’t deserve any credit for anything. No matter what you have done so far is never enough.
Then after that comes the change. She is so sorry for what happened and what she has done. Then there is a slight chance that you can agree on something. This agreement she might keep or not. But the that is s good start.
Once this pattern has repeated itself enough often. One start to adapt and create strategies for handling it. Eventually however it gets you and you can give up talking about your needs since they are not acceptable if he/ she does not feel well or is frustrated for one reason or another. It can be a family quarrel with a mother or something at work. You will have to carry the burden of that by being the target of aggression and merciless criticism for something completely different like putting the children to bed too late or in the “wrong ” way.
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I am the Problem
The problem is rising
It is me
And I cannot solve it
Since I am the very problem
But for whom?
Well,
If I do I will die
Since I am the problem
I am not me
I am the problem
The trash that you
Stash away
You don’t like me
You will have more of me
Solve me and I melt away
Like snow a sunny day
It seems like an insurmountable
Gigantic iceberg that has
Taken over my mind and soul
Cannot do it
I will not do it
Only escape the pain
That has been my life
Part of my life for so long
Looked up, looked in
And eventually I will
Succumb
Or just melt away
And appear in a different
Form and not what I
Once was
A problem
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Monsters
Fighting unlikely monsters at night
In my mind
They have strange shapes and forms
No peace of mind
And speaks my language
Only agony remains here
The end not in sight
That’s it
But not quite
Hollow creatures
Moving up and down
The walls of my cell
Prisoner of the mind
Chained to a surreal reality
That might exist
Or not
