Uncontrolled Disease

This poem is about my sister and her Bipolar Disorder.

Uncontrolled Disease

My sister has an uncontrolled disease,

That can spin her mind,

Like a tornado,

Will it ever end?

No, she will have it forever,

And she will never love us

Like she wants to.

Bipolar Disorder,

That’s what everyone calls it.

I call it a….MONSTER

Clawing at her brain until

She is filled with enough rage to

      Hurt us.

She is confused when she is

In her right mind,

She thinks, “Why do I do this?”

She is depressed when she is

In another mind far away from

            Normal.

        Can I visit her?

Never. She. Is. Dangerous.

I love her so much!

Yet I have to face the fact that

She will never be the same as she used to.

She is far from home,

I miss her.

At least she is safe and sound,

          I hope.