Bipolar, what does it mean to you? It means a lot to me. I don’t know what to do, I am bipolar you see. I don’t walk in the sunshine. I barely go outside. They say its all in my head, I want to run and hide. Some people think I’m crazy, some people just don’t care; others think I’m lazy, they’re just so unaware. Sorry but its true. My life is rearranging, it gets very painful too. Sometimes I wake up smiling other day I don’t know what to do. Some days I feel like trying other days all I want to do is cry. Bipolar isn’t what you think, bipolar isn’t fun, bipolar makes you want to drink; it makes you want to run. Sometimes I am sick of crying, I wonder what the use is. Sometimes I feel like dying, I feel like a burning fuse, ready to go off ready to explode. People sit and scoff, they don’t understand my load.