I Am

I am Tall and strong

I wonder Why i’m here in White Oak

I hear my name everywhere all the time

I see shadows moving in places

I want to be sane

I am the first Bipolar/Schizophrenic child

I pretend i’m sane when i’m really not

I feel sad… and depressed and out of place

I touch the ghosts and in animate objects

I worry that I’m actually insane

I cry when people don’t believe me and I’m being totally honest about it…

I am not so happy anymore..

I understand that things will get better

I say I’m okay and I say I’m happy but i’m not

I dream of being happy and being sane

I try to be happy

I hope i will be happy

I am eventually going to not be sad or depressed.