3 am

Sometimes I don’t know what it’s like to be me. Imposter syndrome or disassociation?

Imposter syndrome or disassociation?

“Who Am I?”


I question.

Ignited by madness.

Fueled through love.

Is there someone up above?

Give me something concrete.

To know where I stand.


Deep inside there is more to me.

Maybe three.

Complex chemicals,

chain me.

A genuine soul

with no self-control.

A heart of gold.

Pure intentions,

polluted by darkness.

Kissed by evil.

A core weary and pure.


Poisoned with lies.

Dilated eyes.

Sarcastic and calculated,


Moderate motions,


Stability I lack.


20 Replies to “3 am”

  1. Reblogged this on and commented:

    A creative writing I posted on The Bipolar Writer. I like this one because I feel like it comes fairly close to the me who I see.

    1. Thank you so much for your support and encouraging words James. Sometimes I fear they do not fit within the realm of mental health but they are ramblings of a bipolar mind.

      1. Thank you. I feel better about publishing them now. ❤

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