Bipolar 2

My counselor says I feel too much.
That when I ache, I ache
And when I feel light, I fly.
My counselor says creative people sometimes suffer from this thing.
This thing where

I can go from feeling satisfied with life to
My heart pulling down, dangling just above my stomach acid in seconds.
When I feel, I feel so please don’t tango with me.
When I fall, I fall, so I’m constantly braced, knees at the ready.
Life works in funny ways
Cause it’s when I’m limber that I tumble.

My counselor says I feel too much.
I can attest to that.
I have screams perched below my tongue
Or a heart flying around my chest.
I have rigid skin and callous words
Or flexible phrases and genuine smiles.