"Not My Thing"
As emptiness emerges from its surface,
A thought of it wouldn’t harm me.
But I was totally at fault for it,
Because, oh dear, I was alone again.
A single rose can’t explain the thorns,
Why not add in a little sweetness to it?
As my anger slips in every day,
My mood is a weather vane in a storm
Darkness settles like a cloak of ice,
As everything within me freeze.
Like an owl in the night,
Sleep stands at the door, but never enters..
An impulse that can’t be controlled,
A coping skill to be learned.
A flicker of fire beneath the skin,
BPD, you are not my thing.
Written by Jocelyn Ng Shu Yee.
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