They say I am crazy and unstable br Society does not tolerate me or my condition br Some say its mad behavior br Doctors call it manic behavior br I call it a burden br br It like slowly watching yourself lose control br You see it coming yet you can't help it br You don't want it yet its there br Sometimes you don't see it but others do br br It ruins your life and destroys your reputation br Society deems you unfit and utterly annoying br The spells of sadness take you by surprise br They announce your pending spell of depression br br The depression paralyses you br It beats you down and simply destroys you br Your feeling of hopelessness and worthlessness swallow you up br You lose yourself, hope and all purpose and zeal for life br br It goes on and on and on br Then suddenly it's gone and you are back to being you br You feel lighter and refreshed br Liberated and recuperated br You feel happy and alive with a new sense of purpose and life br br Mine is a very lonely life br Only those that truly love me stick around to watch me go through all this pain br Most of them leave at the first sight of manic behavior br They get scared, br I get scared br br I too am scared of being alone br But it seems I have no choice br My condition has decided for me.