My Friends
/Having to deal with my own depression along with my Bipolar daughter as she grew up, made for a crazy life less friends
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I have some friends
I would like you to meet
With some ever growing feet
Fear
Anger
Sadness
Feeling a crazy madness
You see tears running down
And I feel like noise won't slow now
Whirling
Twirling
Spinning me
All I want is quiet please
From these friends
I want you to meet
Tie them up
And hide them away
I no longer want to play
I feel crazy
Hazy
Not myself
Can you please help
My mind has escaped me
It's running with those
Manic over happy
Overthought about
Maybe sappy feet
Now hush my mind
When you can find Me
Hiding
Riding
Crying
You don't care
So don't, please, don't you dare
Even try to act
Like you were there
And understand
Because those feet
Those feet
Are my cross to bare
Its all running
Rapid up in there
Those are my friends
The ones I want you to meet
With the ever growing feet
By Tina Zimmerman
From: United States