I hate when I’m angry.
I scare myself and others ‘cause I become furious;
I lose control of my actions;
Words fly from a pit in my heart that should never have been uncovered.

I hate when I’m sad.
I go into a spiralling depression;
Thoughts that I’d never want to think occur;
I mope around and am the complete opposite of what I usually am.

I hate when I’m giddy.
I embarrass myself and others;
I mix words with exotic noises;
My brain and all thought processes are shut down and I lose control equivelant to one that is drunk.

I hate my disease.
I hate the emotions it causes.
I hate this.
I hate this.
I hate being bipolar.