..sure!...it's much lovely to have a name!..

it feels sometimes ok...to have this one...to be bipolar...

and only bipolar...

but then I discover how paranoid I am...

and it could be my poorly chosen of substances?

and where the hell that came from?...

could just be my bipolar humanity...

but this diabolical paranoia attempts to unhinge me at my every attempt to be real...

so I recognise that...when I am paranoid....

it's about other people right!

and somehow I believe that I am responsible for every impression around me...

at home..on the streets....at the shops...in my own head

to me that's narcissistic...

and that's unacceptable

but ...I cannot stop it