The French roller coaster I was forced to ride

I was born

with an enchantress

living inside my brain.

She could turn me

from girl

to beast

whenever she pleased,

yet she waited until I was 15

and unwillingly

opened the door.

She controlled my

seratonin and dopamine levels

as easily as

turning off the lights

inside my castle.

She turned the lights

on and

off so

many times

I am

shocked no

one had

a seizure.

Though I was a beast

I never took any one hostage

and I didn't threaten to kill anyone

(but myself)

I wasn't all bad.

I had good days

weeks

months if I was lucky.

When I told

the King and Queen

about the enchantress,

they didn't believe me.

So they sent me to the

Maison de Lunes

where someone would.

They gave me

10 milligrams of the Wardrobe

which kept me up

so many nights,

I hallucinated

dancing plates and

singing silverware.

25 milligrams of Cogsworth

made me so anxious,

I didn't know how

to start anything.

50 milligrams of Feather Duster

and I was hornier

than a porn star

on her period.

75 milligrams of Mrs. Potts

made me sweat so much

I was constantly swimming.

100 milligrams of Lumiere

burned me

so badly,

I didn't know how to feel.

But 200 milligrams of Belle

was beautiful.

She taught me

to read

the signs of the enchantress,

to care

for my self-esteem,

and to not turn away from

what I saw in the mirror.

She taught me not to hate

the beast inside me.

For who could learn

to love a bipolar?

I am trying.