My 'friend' is not always kind, in fact he's often very unkind. Spitting words of hate into my mind as if these thoughts were mine.

But they are not, they couldn't be. I wouldn't think such things.

My 'friend' is considered a mental disease. He squats inside occupies my mind.

Everyone tells me he isn't me, as if we are separate entities.

But you see we are, whether I like it or not combined to this one body and soul. Together entwined forever enshrined.

Sometimes he makes me want to die but other times I feel more than alive. I feel so much happiness I want to burst, like popping a balloon and all my happiness will be released into the world.

You may not understand, why I'd choose to defend my 'friend'. But he has stuck with me to the very end.

He's been there when no one else was. I know he can seem all bad, but I choose to find the silver linings hidden within him.

He brings me joy, a mind full of creativity. A mind that can sit here now writing this poem.

Without him I simply would not be me. I could focus on everything bad he's caused to happen in my life, even when he's attempted to drive me to suicide.

But that would be wasting my life So I choose to find the light, the good inside of him and, well, me too if I'm honest.

My 'friend' is Bipolar. He is both Ying and Yang, Darkness and light. So you see without him my life just wouldn't be right.

- Erin 29th June 2020

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