You say the world isn’t black and white
There are hints of grey
I do my best to understand
But I’ve always seen life this way.
I’m good at putting things in a box
I swear that I am cured!
I don’t need the medicine
The therapy is just a chore.
Then I come crashing down
It’s not simple as shedding a tear
I’m terrified I’ll be left alone
It’s the main thing I fear.
I do not have the filter
That you normal people have
I feel things more, things hurt more
Everything either good or bad.
I’m not moody,
I’m just a sensitive soul
I can cope in unhealthy ways
When my self-hatred takes its toll.
They name me “Borderline”
Does that mean I’m sat on the fence?
I wonder who I really am
But my soul is not that dense.
The book says it’s my personality
I’m selfish and broken
But I am a good person
Listen to the patient- doctors are outspoken.