Bipolar bear is a creature of whimsy,

With a wild and untamed soul,

He roams the land with joyful frenzy,

His moods like a ship on the ocean’s roll.

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Sometimes he’s up, and sometimes he’s down,

His emotions a swirling sea,

He may wear a smile, or a deepening frown,

But he’s never quite sure who he’ll be.

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He loves to dance in the pouring rain,

And bask in the sun’s warm glow,

He relishes the taste of sweet champagne,

And adores the softest of snow.

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But sometimes his mind is a turbulent place,

Where the waves of his mood crash and crest,

And he longs for a calmer, more tranquil space,

Where he can finally pause and find rest.

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And in the end, it’s revealed to be true,

That bipolar bear is just me,

A wisp, a fiction, a dream that grew,

But still a part of my identity.

****

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    Bipolar bear is a creature of whimsy,

    With a wild and untamed soul,

    He roams the land with joyful frenzy,

    His moods like a ship on the ocean’s roll.

    ****

    Sometimes he’s up, and sometimes he’s down,

    His emotions a swirling sea,

    He may wear a smile, or a deepening frown,

    But he’s never quite sure who he’ll be.

    ****

    He loves to dance in the pouring rain,

    And bask in the sun’s warm glow,

    He relishes the taste of sweet champagne,

    And adores the softest of snow.

    ****

    But sometimes his mind is a turbulent place,

    Where the waves of his mood crash and crest,

    And he longs for a calmer, more tranquil space,

    Where he can finally pause and find rest.

    ****

    And in the end, it’s revealed to be true,

    That bipolar bear is just me,

    A wisp, a fiction, a dream that grew,

    But still a part of my identity.

    ****

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      Bipolar Bear Dancing In The Rain