In shadows cast by moods, a battle rages,
A dance within, twixt highs and lows it stages.
Bipolarity, an ever-shifting tide,
Whence frustration and sorrow coincide.

With swift cycles, emotions start to blend,
Mixed states prevail, their chaos has no end.
In this tempest, isolation finds its place,
A lonesome journey, longing to embrace.

O, how it yearns for empathy's embrace,
Yet, 'tis a path that others cannot trace.
For who can fathom this eternal fight,
A ceaseless struggle, day and endless night?

The closest ones, their compassion may ignite,
But still, they witness only glimpses of the fight.
Though well-meaning hearts...