"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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