I Get It

I get it.  I do…

Not everyone is like me and you.

And I get why the doctor’s do like they do.

They can’t possibly allow “sick” people to run about.

It is for our protection.

Our chemical makeup tries to destroy us.

Naturally taking us out of limits and then dropping us without a net.

Of the drugs, I have digested

none quite took me there like mania.

A euphoria we are encouraged to contain.

If not we are labeled insane.

Because not everyone sees the different energy levels on this Earth,

or talks to Angels

or

hears God calling their name,

for that matter.

We do.  Me and you.

We share a connection to this space,

and they will see when we are beyond its grace.

For now though we must be medicated to save face.

Ideas others deem impossible yet they won’t give us a chance,

a bipolar life is about this dance.

It is the discomfort others feel in our presence.

We come off as a force, and they fear those who aren’t afraid to appear.

Are you following me, my dear?

Now take your meds and know it is ok to be you,

but you must be you this way,

our way.

It’ll be okay.