Two of Me by Brenda Sparkman

Two of Me

There are two people who live inside of me,
one I try so hard to hide, so you will not see.
Suffering from Bi-Polar and misunderstood,
wishing freedom from this disease if I could.

Mental heath issues are hard for us to deny,
there are millions who suffer alone and cry.
A disgrace to everyone in the whole family,
the person you don’t want any friend to see.

A chemical imbalance is the medical reason,
days full of depression, no matter the season.
Thoughts go rapidly between happy and sad,
sometimes you wonder if you are going mad.

Needing at times to be away from everyone,
knowing once again the depression has won.
Your senses giving way to depths of despair,
other times, seemingly without a single care.

Depression does not care about your station,
it affects all of society, touches every nation.
Never caring at all about age or your gender,
sleep, the only time you feel sweet surrender.

All doubt evaporating while you are asleep,
for once assured, you will not start to weep.
Desperate on some nights to sleep in peace,
precious moments are spent in total release.

Hopes for the day as you get out of the bed,
thoughts will stop racing through your head.
Genuinely trying to just get through the day,
while the hopeless feelings continually stay.

When you sit contemplating the two of me,
who is the one person you truly want to see.
Will the walk beside me, be as a true friend,
going alone, depression will win in the end.

Sometimes feeling up, other times so down,
fun times to be had tho when we are around.
Take the time to know us, we need love too,
somehow together, we will make it through.

© Brenda Sparkman
April 27, 2006