I am a problem.
A constant problem.
I will never change.
I continue to be this person,
Because all I know is pain.
I pretend to be another person,
When I'm around others.
So that they won't sense,
How weak I really am.
How vulnerable I really am.
How fast I am falling.
I am bruising my knees.
I fell down 9 times,
And did not get up with ease.
Things are going left.
Nothing is going right.
And I should be left behind,
With all my regrets and doubts.
And I'm sure in time,
You will see I am a broken clock.
With no more time left to tell.
With no more tick, tocks.
A broken clock.
With no more time left to trail.
No more tick, tocks.
No heartbeats.
No more me.
No more us.
No more trust.
Just memories that have died slowly,
Just like us.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryTired of trying to be everything. Trying to be perfect. Wrong paths and wrong people and missed opportunities. Am I letting my mental illness take over my life? A look into the mind of a BPD, Anxiety ridden woman. With no identity but her Panic. W...
