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            Roughly a dozen or so years ago, I was diagnosed with bipolar mania.  I like to say mania and not disorder because my brain isn’t out of order.  It’s been quite a rollercoaster ride.  The heights of the highest highs and the depths of the lowest lows are hard to relate to.  These poems are meant to provide insight into the mind of a bipolar maniac.  They are in no way meant to make light of the plight of the mentally ill.  Rather they are meant to shed light on mental illness awareness and the stigma that goes along with living with a mental illness in America.  Do not suffer in silence and if you know someone with a mental illness, reach out and be there for them.  Add me on facebook: Patrick Peay.  Follow me on twitter: @patrickpeay.

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XXIV. Off With His Head

Take me to the guillotine

Off with my head

No more madness

No more tears shed

Forget about the struggles

We all have bled

No one needs to starve

We always break bread

Wandering a dark path

What a life I have led

I never did exist

I’m way past dead

Why do I go downhill

In this black bobsled

I’m at the bottom of the slopes

To the black moped

Riding in the snow

But all I see is red

This is my voice

You heard what I said

Don’t praise what I did

But remember what I said

When I saunter up the steps

Chant “Off with his head!”