Hi there Tylyn! Niteowl here to review.
Okay, so I don't know how much this is based on real life or not, but I have bipolar disorder so I am too familiar with the "joys" of mania (as in it feels great in the moment but doesn't end well).
The striking thing to me about this poem is that it straddles this line between personal and clinical. It's personal in the sense that it's in first person, and lines like "I don't want to die right now high" and "I forced myself to forget what I was missing" hint at details from the speaker's life story that aren't revealed in this short piece. While it's not "clinical" in the sense of medical vocabulary, it does have some of that matter-of-fact description you might give to a doctor.
And then mania stopped and it was Tuesday,
I love the abrupt feeling of this line. In my experience, mania that doesn't get you sent to the hospital tends to end in a crash, where your mood just tanks. I can relate so well to that feeling where you're trying to pick up the pieces of the mania but you just can't but you have to trudge forward somehow.
The final line is kind of vague. I feel like there's some room for exploring the feelings of the speaker after the mania and how it contrasts to the high.
Overall, I like the way this poem expresses those feelings, but there is some room for expansion. Keep writing!
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