I am a bipolar rootless wander I have no place to call my own
I am sad and lonely no matter were I roam
all I want is a place of my own a place were my heart and soul are happy
everyday I wake to the struggle I try to be happy but it seems my world has been painted in shades of gray and muted colors.
I beg Allah to release me from this unending unrelenting pain
I feel like a freak I do not fit in anywhere i am the odd ball out no one seems to hear me shout
my world is like living in a bubble and not understanding why others can’t see or feel your pain .
no one realizes how hard it is to get up and carry on your way, every tasks is like climbing a really high mountain with out much air