I Am Bipolar

I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling. Everyone's voices sound so far away. My eyelids are heavy and I am curled in a ball. I can't move. I have go be still. If I am still nothing bad can happen. If I move the trail of fog and hatred will follow me like a shadow. I won't let it follow me. It consumes me too much . it takes away all my energy. I must not move. I must be still. I am a cocoon in my bed. I am not here. I am somewhere else. All I have to do is stay still til the thunderstorm in my head stops.