Bipolar people do not look like her:
She’s heard that time again, and endlessly —
She knows it’s only ignorance that speaks
With so much certainty, so foolishly

For all the gifts she came with haven’t helped;
The meds avail, but can be hit-or-miss —
She sits and reads and wonders who walks by
That also might be suffering from this

It is a daily thing – ubiquity –
A part of her, and her
Reality