What will become of these late nights
And the lack of Lithium?
Will panic overcome my frights
And seethe 'neath my cranium?
What of the voices in my head?
Will they ever go away?
And if I make it out of bed,
Will I make it through the day?
What about the disconcertion?
What will others think of me?
Can I stand true in assertion?
Be free of disparity?
Will I be able to enjoy
The life I so desire?
Will this wretched disease destroy
All of what I aspire?
Will I always feel so alone?
Will I never once feel whole?
(I muster...