Who am I?

Who am I?
Am I the daughter, sister, friend people say I am?
Am I the same if I take the poison?
Am I different if I don't?
People tell me they see a difference, but I don't.

Who am I?
I am bitter.
I am angry.
I am frustrated.
I am afraid.

I am no different.
Please don't treat me different.
I dress the same way as you.
I hurt the same as you.
I cry and bleed the same as you.
Don't let me be alone.

They say I talk a mile a minute.
I don't hear it.
They say I am too happy.
What gives??
They say you will get over this.
What do they know?

Being Bipolar is like being two different people in one.
Who am I?
I am a two for one special.