You Are Not Bipolar

Have you ever looked
into the madness of
negative three hundred dollars
of spending in your bank account,
an eviction notice in your hand?

Has the
weight of
yourself
kept you
on the floor
for days,
moving only
to shit and sleep?

Can you tell me of sex so good
God himself was impressed?

Where did you want to die
to quiet each of the voices,
but instead of bravery
you just cut your arm
until blood is enough
to release the fire in your bones?

How could anyone say no
to the charisma and confidence,
even if they can't keep up with the
changing ideas that are constantly
connecting the galaxy to every molecule of your body?

Sad and happy
have no meaning
when you
shine search lights
through telescopes
to see them.