This is a deeply personal poem I wrote. Let me know what you guys think! I think it will resonate with anyone with a mental health condition.

"Visions of Grandeur"

In 2015, I got this bipolar diagnosis,
Honestly thought it was just some hocus pocus,
But then the signs became clearer and clearer—
There was a reason I had to make so many years up.

At first, it felt like the end of the world,
Until I learned how to control the word.
Initially, I thought, “Am I still going to go to school?”
“Will I start acting a fool? Am I just a hysterical buffoon?”

Turned out I wasn’t paranoid, hearing voices,
But paranoid about my temper.
Speak too loud, and people assume things are wrong—
I’ll be back to the ward before the end of this song.
Don’t I dare raise my voice, or I’ll surely
Be trying a new medication of choice.

People mess with me, but I can’t cause a commotion,
A scene, or anything in between.
Otherwise, I’ll be kissing goodbye
To my fairytale of a dream.

Feeling down for a day? Then it’s a trip to the psychiatrist I must pay.
This is the s*** that’s actually making me cray.

“Are you taking your medications?” (nerdy voice).
I’m responsible for my situation.
Yes, sometimes my bills are late, but they eventually get paid.
I try my best with the mind that God made.

Truly a blessing in disguise,
My energy is my ally.
How many rappers can write an entire album
By tomorrow’s sunrise?

My apartment can get messy, but I try my best to remain stress-free.
And yeah, my anxiety can get hefty,
But I take the benzos to keep me zesty.
Moderation is the key—no need to test me.

Sometimes I made decisions without thinking,
But it really helped when I cut the drinking.
And yeah, I love blow—it helps me with the flow.
But I’m careful with my nose; gums are the way to go.

You can call it an illness,
But it made my rhymes the illest.
Love who you are—
That’s how you’ll go far.

My delusions of grandeur are substantial,
But I’m telling you, they’re tangible.
Give me a few years, when I’m holding the mantle,
And I’ll laugh at the fakes, their minds scrambled.

I’m always in control; cool and collected is my soul.
Ice in my veins—my frost can never be drained. 🩸❄️

u can def tell it's personal and from the heart
because of that it's kind of raw. if you want it more polished I'd revise and rewrite, edit y'know. but it's good