I discovered I had bipolar since my teens. In 1979, when I graduated from High School I went the wrong direction in life. I discovered my journals dated back to 1971. They were so sad and bipolar like that it made me cry. The following is the poem I wrote. If you discover your teen writing poems like this you need to take a look at her mental self.
Sitting in the corner of a crowded room feeling all alone. I can hear their laughter. I can’t hear mine.
How can one laugh when there’s nothing to laugh about? I’m all alone… I feel as though no one knows I exist. Desperately, I want to laugh and never quit. But, all I get is this sadness inside me.
I can feel the tears coming to my eyes. I hear many voices in my head. I don’t know who I am, not knowing what is real and what’s not. I feel like I don’t exist. Am I here, who am I?
Vickie H.@ 19 :1971