speciapoembipolar

This poem was written by a 16 year old boy to his brother who has bipolar.

SPECIAL

Life changes, and in life you have to adapt to these changes,

But life has been hard for you; people can't see you for who you are,

You are the most precious of children, for you, are guaranteed into heaven,

Your heart can only be the heart of a child,

Your brain can only be that of a kid,

Yet life has tossed you problems of insurmountable sorts,

As Goliath had David tossed his way, you have had a lot of David's tossed your way and yet you are still living,

You are special, 'special' because you have brain problems.

For some reason people won't deal with you as they deal with me,

If I get into a fight at church, I have to get lectured by the Pastor,

But you, you get in that same fight and you get kicked out,

Not only that, but you are prayed upon as they try to cast the demons out of your body,

You are special, 'special; because you are the only kid to get kicked out of that church.

Also, our Dad never liked you for being you,

He would swear up and down that no son of his was like you,

He was your toughest critic, but you and me, we drove him away,

When our parents got divorced, you took it the hardest,

You had trouble grasping the fact that your daddy was gone for good,

You are special, 'special' because you still have the heart of a child.

One day you went all out beserk, there was nothing left in your room that day,

For you had thrown it all, broke it, just because things weren't the same,

Yes we had moved and you couldn't see your grandma again,

And yes, things were as if we had started our life over again,

But I can't forget that unmerciful day, or the pain,

The pain of getting hit by your youngest brother,

Or the pain of him biting his mother, but mostly the pain of sending you away,

To a group home for you to stay, until you become stable.

You are special, 'special' because you moved away from home before the age of eight.

At the group home they drugged you up, worse than Chris Farley and Snoop Dog combined,

And yet these drugs never helped you, for you are who you are,

Though the drugs stole your personality,

And life got harder because you could now not see your mother,

For she could only afford the four hour drive but twice a month,

You are special, 'special' because you broke the drugs, they could not control you.

And the Doctors were always experimenting with you, because you are special,

And they would always alter your drugs, and with that, changing the way you acted,

Nowadays, it is hard for you to stay awake, the medications have been grinding you down,

And I am not sure how much more you can take,

I have heard you tell mom that you are tired of being sick and wish to go to heaven, And I know that this knife, or that gun can send you on your way,

Oh, how I have dreamed of letting you escape,

But as I hold the gun I know the consequences of that action, and they are too strong for me to take,

So I will let you sleep this life away, and let you have your dreams, because in that moment you are such a special thing,

You are special, 'special' because your brother would kill for your happiness.

They sent you home, the other day, just because medicaid refused to pay for you to stay,

The home and Doctor said it couldn't last, they sent letters of how bad it was for you to go home,

The school complained of how they couldn't keep you, of how they didn't have the resources for you, and still medicaid wouldn't pay,

It looked to me as if you were set up, set up by medicaid to burst,

But, boy, did I try to keep that from happening,

I helped you and worked with you all I could, I made sure you weren't over agitated,

I did my best to keep you happy, but I knew that one day you would burst,

You are special, 'special' because you were set up to burst.

Well, you burst, bad,

You went off in school, sent your teacher to the hospital to get stitches from where you bit her,

The classroom desks were in disarray, from where you threw them,

Blood came out of the nose of the boy you hit,

And even the Sheriff got a whiff of what you can do, from where you kicked him,

You are special, 'special' because you were set up to burst, and did, but I won't let it happen again.

By: Anthony