My youngest son is mentally ill,
His troubles are immense:
He is very bipolar
In its actual, technical sense

He spends the lonely nights depressed
Or making manic rounds:
He strugges with identity
With wild ups and downs

And while he has professionals
In mental health advising
There have been many side effects
From his treatment arising

They say that love’s transformative
To those within its thrall:
But though I’d give my life for him
It hasn’t helped
At all