BPD And Me

In the land of BPD, where emotions run wild,

I stand, a lone soldier, no longer a child.

My mind's a battlefield, thoughts like grenades,

Exploding in chaos, in endless parades.

"Did I push them away?" I often ponder,

As I stroll down memory lane and wander.

With a heart like a yo-yo, up and down it goes,

In the whirlwind of feelings, the only constant is woes.

I've danced with my demons, tangoed with despair,

In the ballroom of my mind, it's a solitary affair.

My laughter, once loud, now a silent scream,

In the theater of my soul, it's a recurring theme.

"Am I broken?" I ask the man in the moon,

As I narrate my life to the rhythm of a melancholic tune.

He winks and whispers, "You're unique, not broken,

Just a puzzle of emotions, unspoken."

I've built walls so high, a fortress of solitude,

In the quest for peace, not meant to be rude.

But in the fortress of my mind, I sometimes find,

Echoes of love, remnants of the kind.

So here I stand, a warrior with scars,

Navigating life, reaching for the stars.

Maybe I'm not broken, just beautifully complex,

In the tapestry of life, a unique perplex.

In the end, asshole, it's a journey, not a race,

With BPD as a companion, it's about finding your place.

So, did I run them away, or set myself free?

In the story of life, it's a mystery, you see.