I'm a mess
I'm all over the place
I'm all stressed
My head is always up in space
I'm a mess
I'm a mess
I'm depressed
I can't get out of my head
I'm a mess
I'm always laying in bed
I'm depressed
I'm depressed
I'm anxious
My mind is like a black canvas
I'm all stressed
My mind is always going left
I'm anxious
I'm anxious
Coming in like a cyclone, a cyclone, a cyclone
I'm like a cyclone, a cyclone
Coming in like a cyclone, a cyclone, a cyclone
I'm like a cyclone, a cyclone
About the Creator
Janice Page
I am a wife to a wonderful husband and a mom of 3 learning how to cope with bipolar. Writing is one way I cope. I am just starting out writing publicly. I usually write for myself.
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