Oh, dear bipolar bear, I see you've come down,
From your manic high, you now wear a frown.
I know the thoughts that race through your mind,
Searching for answers, wondering what you'll find.
When will the next high arrive, you ask,
To lift you from this low, a difficult task.
But remember, my friend, it's a part of this ride,
This rollercoaster of life on which we both stride.
Let's sit down and talk, let's share our fears,
Let's face them together, let's wipe away our tears.
For I am here for you, my friend, just as you're here for me,
Two souls connected in life, bound by empathy.
The highs and lows will come and go, it's true,
But we'll navigate these waters, both me and you.
And in the moments of darkness, when you feel so low,
I'll be the light that guides you, the warmth in the snow.
So, dear bipolar bear, don't lose your way,
Hold on to hope, keep the shadows at bay.
For together, we'll find the strength to overcome,
Embrace our journey, and greet the rising sun.