A Bipolar Mind

One who swings up and down,
Moods to hear as the sound,
I live with compulsions to tame,
Not acting on impulses to shame.

I've walked down that road, too,
Where regrets of decisions ensued,
Wishing I hadn't done such a crime,
But knowing it's the battle in my mind.

The anguish at times is unbearable,
Sadness so great that it's terrible,
Just praying I could sleep it away,
Yet the misery in brain still remains.

I'm fine most days when I'm medicated,
As these relieve the urgency stated,
But I still struggle with some depression,
Dealing with anger and agitation.

At the end of the night, however, I'm ok,
Knowing I had survived another day,
Still yet able to sit and write out feelings,
And humbling myself to share my dealings.